Matilda's back to school on Friday, Ruby and Lily Violet on Monday.
Found Lunchbox Treats—Twenty ideas for Wrap Fillings from a link on Nicole Starling's blog.
This year I have to get Matilda out the door by 7 am, so need to decide on whether lunch gets made earlier that morning, the night before, or on the Sunday before and then pulled out of the freezer.
Still inclined towards early morning, but perhaps I will experiment with Sundays. Thoughts welcome, here and on facebook.
Showing posts with label Lily Violet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lily Violet. Show all posts
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Friday, 6 November 2009
Don't slam the door
Don't.slam.the door.
dot com.
dot au.
The site doesn't exist, but the sentiment exists. In my head. Following the progress of my six year old through the room. Into the bathroom. And out again.
Breakfast.
dot com.
dot au.
The site doesn't exist, but the sentiment exists. In my head. Following the progress of my six year old through the room. Into the bathroom. And out again.
Breakfast.
Thursday, 24 September 2009
The purpose of suffering
My girls get to do great memory verses at church. At the moment, Ruby and Lily are starting on Romans 8:28, which says
"28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."
Blogging a bit unpredictable for the next few days due to wrist surgery today.
"28 And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose."
Blogging a bit unpredictable for the next few days due to wrist surgery today.
Monday, 17 August 2009
Tuesday, 5 May 2009
Just stopped my daughter
from reading her Bible.
Came home from choir and there she was reading in the dark.
Well, she's supposed to be sleeping!
Came home from choir and there she was reading in the dark.
Well, she's supposed to be sleeping!
Wednesday, 4 March 2009
The walk to school
The walk to school is 2.2 kilometres.
Lily Violet complains as soon as we turn the first corner that her legs are hurting.
I take her bag.
We walk up the hill.
We go along a flat bit.
We cross the road.
I take Ruby's bag, but Matilda refuses the offer. We walk up another hill, we cross another road. The bus driver waves us through.
We start to run. We run through the park. Lily comes first. Ruby says 'It wasn't a race'. Matilda, who has refused to run, catches up.
We cross the road and walk up another hill.
Lily runs down the hill a bit. We stop and cross the road. Lily runs down the rest of the hill. The Catholic kids are walking in to assembly. Catholic mums are dressed better, at least at this school. What is the need for toenail polish? I think you are showing off to the other mothers. K—— hasn't left home, so we are on time. Matilda asks if we are on time.
Up the hill a bit more. Lily, if your legs are hurting, then why did you do all that running? I don't think your legs actually hurt. Put your bag on. Have you ever heard the story of the Lily who cried wolf?
Then a series of traffic lights, and Matilda, who has said some things, and asked to turn right, now asks if she can go, kisses her sisters and runs the rest of the way. Ruby, Lily Violet and I walk on.
Lily Violet complains as soon as we turn the first corner that her legs are hurting.
I take her bag.
We walk up the hill.
We go along a flat bit.
We cross the road.
I take Ruby's bag, but Matilda refuses the offer. We walk up another hill, we cross another road. The bus driver waves us through.
We start to run. We run through the park. Lily comes first. Ruby says 'It wasn't a race'. Matilda, who has refused to run, catches up.
We cross the road and walk up another hill.
Lily runs down the hill a bit. We stop and cross the road. Lily runs down the rest of the hill. The Catholic kids are walking in to assembly. Catholic mums are dressed better, at least at this school. What is the need for toenail polish? I think you are showing off to the other mothers. K—— hasn't left home, so we are on time. Matilda asks if we are on time.
Up the hill a bit more. Lily, if your legs are hurting, then why did you do all that running? I don't think your legs actually hurt. Put your bag on. Have you ever heard the story of the Lily who cried wolf?
Then a series of traffic lights, and Matilda, who has said some things, and asked to turn right, now asks if she can go, kisses her sisters and runs the rest of the way. Ruby, Lily Violet and I walk on.
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Scripture
Went into school this morning again, to help with teaching Scripture. Lily Violet is in my class. Lily Violet, who remembers everything, said on our walk to school, "Dad, how come you didn't pick me last week for being a good listener? Is Charlie a better listener than me?"
How do you pick a good listener in your Scripture class?
How do you pick a good listener in your Scripture class?
Tuesday, 27 January 2009
The car
2 cupholders in front. One in back, with another odd squarish shaped cavity that if you shoved newspaper into it, could be a fourth cupholder. I ask you. How good does it get?
Two of the gels and I got in the train at Central and went down to Dapto (near Port Kembula and Wollongong Wollongong Wollongong Wollongong, not to mention Unanderra), then we drove the new (second hand) Hyundai back via Figtree Muckdonalds, then to Austinmer to pick up the DVD I'd hired and left in the DVD player, then back home.
If you flip up the two back cupholders into the seat, there is room for a third person. Hmm, hard choice there, another person, or two cups? I've got to think! The front cupholders remove the 'person instead of cupholder' option by being unflappably unflippable, not to mention that the gearstick would make life uncomfortable all round for both the middle person and the driver, unless you could all agree on a gear (probably second) and just stay with that one for the vast majority of the trip.
The interior of the car is undeniably beige, whereas the outside colour adds a hint of metal to lift the tone into something the manufacturer refers to as 'mushroom'.
There, I think I've covered all the important features.
Two of the gels and I got in the train at Central and went down to Dapto (near Port Kembula and Wollongong Wollongong Wollongong Wollongong, not to mention Unanderra), then we drove the new (second hand) Hyundai back via Figtree Muckdonalds, then to Austinmer to pick up the DVD I'd hired and left in the DVD player, then back home.
If you flip up the two back cupholders into the seat, there is room for a third person. Hmm, hard choice there, another person, or two cups? I've got to think! The front cupholders remove the 'person instead of cupholder' option by being unflappably unflippable, not to mention that the gearstick would make life uncomfortable all round for both the middle person and the driver, unless you could all agree on a gear (probably second) and just stay with that one for the vast majority of the trip.
The interior of the car is undeniably beige, whereas the outside colour adds a hint of metal to lift the tone into something the manufacturer refers to as 'mushroom'.
There, I think I've covered all the important features.
Friday, 19 December 2008
Our last trip to Melbourne
13.10.08
In the holidays I went to Melben it took ages to get to Melben we even drived a lietle bit in the ngit ferst we went to Marie and Bassams house On the way to Melben and back we sar tracks with fary lits o them. We counted 200 14 I had a lot of fun at Melben. the secend plas was a Mhotel too that was clos to a somemoren [submarine] we went on the somemoren We bided a toy to remyned us of Melben Matilda got a little ber and she named it melidy Ruby bort a thing that you dror on I got saning that gos arord in the wind I named it ranbow because it had all the callos of the ranbow.
—From guest blogger Lily Violet, who turns 6 today.
I hope you caught that bit about seeing trucks with fairy lights on them. We did in fact see 214 of them on the Hume Highway, between somewhere and Holbrook, the place with the somemoren (I assumed that was 'submarine', although I suppose it could be 'some moron').
What's that you say? You want another story? Oh alright then.
16.10.08
Mr Zebedee lived in a house by the zoo. that night the animals had a party. they sang what a horoble hobball. Mr Zebedee said I ckart sleep the animals are singing at the zoo. Mr Zebedee sended a fax to the zookeeper alltheo the zookeeper was asleep then the munkes' said lets dance so the animals' danced they hopt and they popt all over the zoo. Mr. Zebedee said I carnt sleep the animals' are dancing at the zoo. Mr Zebedee sended anaver fax to the zookeeper. alltheo the zookeeper was still asleep. wen the sun came up then the hipopotomese said lets sleep so the animals' sleped and the zookeeper wack up and rede the faxs' oh no ther is a holbloo at my zoo I havto go altheo wen the zookeeper got ther the animals war sleeping then the zookeeper sended a fax to Mr Zebedee alltheo Mr Zebedee was a sleep too and Mr Zebedee was ma[d]
****
Mr Zebedee sounds like my kind of dude. Sending faxes to right the wrongs of the world, getting mad when the solution rebounds upon him. The story is so creative that I suspect it is plagiarized from class reading time, but please don't tell Lily Violet that this thought even entered my mind, or ented my mine as Lily might say.
In the holidays I went to Melben it took ages to get to Melben we even drived a lietle bit in the ngit ferst we went to Marie and Bassams house On the way to Melben and back we sar tracks with fary lits o them. We counted 200 14 I had a lot of fun at Melben. the secend plas was a Mhotel too that was clos to a somemoren [submarine] we went on the somemoren We bided a toy to remyned us of Melben Matilda got a little ber and she named it melidy Ruby bort a thing that you dror on I got saning that gos arord in the wind I named it ranbow because it had all the callos of the ranbow.
—From guest blogger Lily Violet, who turns 6 today.
I hope you caught that bit about seeing trucks with fairy lights on them. We did in fact see 214 of them on the Hume Highway, between somewhere and Holbrook, the place with the somemoren (I assumed that was 'submarine', although I suppose it could be 'some moron').
What's that you say? You want another story? Oh alright then.
16.10.08
Mr Zebedee lived in a house by the zoo. that night the animals had a party. they sang what a horoble hobball. Mr Zebedee said I ckart sleep the animals are singing at the zoo. Mr Zebedee sended a fax to the zookeeper alltheo the zookeeper was asleep then the munkes' said lets dance so the animals' danced they hopt and they popt all over the zoo. Mr. Zebedee said I carnt sleep the animals' are dancing at the zoo. Mr Zebedee sended anaver fax to the zookeeper. alltheo the zookeeper was still asleep. wen the sun came up then the hipopotomese said lets sleep so the animals' sleped and the zookeeper wack up and rede the faxs' oh no ther is a holbloo at my zoo I havto go altheo wen the zookeeper got ther the animals war sleeping then the zookeeper sended a fax to Mr Zebedee alltheo Mr Zebedee was a sleep too and Mr Zebedee was ma[d]
****
Mr Zebedee sounds like my kind of dude. Sending faxes to right the wrongs of the world, getting mad when the solution rebounds upon him. The story is so creative that I suspect it is plagiarized from class reading time, but please don't tell Lily Violet that this thought even entered my mind, or ented my mine as Lily might say.
Monday, 15 December 2008
Lily Violet's sixth birthday
It's Lily Violet's turn to turn a different age, in just a few days. This means birthday parties.
We went to Blenheim Park with some of the girls from Lily Violet's class. Fifi has been doing a super, great, excellent, wonderful and magnificent job of organizing the whole lot. Today she made a hedgehog cake, which Lily loved, and which due to certain design idiosyncrasies ended up looking, for mine, not unlike a half submerged sea mine of the WWII variety. It tasted a lot better but, or I imagine so anyway, never having tasted a half submerged sea mine.
That is two birthday parties down and the fridge shelves are groaning under the weight of cream, blueberries, pavlova, strawberries, yoghurt, chocolate sea mines, rockmeron, and watermeron. Anything else goes in, it will explode.
We went to Blenheim Park with some of the girls from Lily Violet's class. Fifi has been doing a super, great, excellent, wonderful and magnificent job of organizing the whole lot. Today she made a hedgehog cake, which Lily loved, and which due to certain design idiosyncrasies ended up looking, for mine, not unlike a half submerged sea mine of the WWII variety. It tasted a lot better but, or I imagine so anyway, never having tasted a half submerged sea mine.
That is two birthday parties down and the fridge shelves are groaning under the weight of cream, blueberries, pavlova, strawberries, yoghurt, chocolate sea mines, rockmeron, and watermeron. Anything else goes in, it will explode.
I shot a fridge into the air,
it fell to earth I know not where.
Friday, 21 November 2008
Violet read
Violet narrated for a play at school today.
Hesitation? Anticipation?
None of the first and some of the second, but both words were negotiated with consummate skill.
Hesitation? Anticipation?
None of the first and some of the second, but both words were negotiated with consummate skill.
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Gravity
Hey daddy, isn't it funny that 'grabity' has the word 'grab' in it?
Yes, darling, it is funny, in many, many ways.
Yes, darling, it is funny, in many, many ways.
Thursday, 18 September 2008
Violet age 5 and a 1/2
Oune I axudently frode my toy Charile up on one of the school roofs and at the end of school befor we went hame I tode my dad I axudently frode charile up on one of the school roofs and my dad tride to get charlie down but my dad cad ned get charlie down so my dad said he wode got Charile trmoroe and the next day my dad brang a stail and he went into athdelrey and got a char and I said what are you going to do? you well see then it didntd werck so my dad went bake to antterrcur and gave the char back and my dad got a ladre and theen he got charile down.
She speaks a little bit like this too.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Garrulous
If our little Lily Violet was an old lady, some might call her garrulous.
As it is, she's 5 years old, and 'chatty' is the word that we will use for the moment.
As it is, she's 5 years old, and 'chatty' is the word that we will use for the moment.
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
Teaching piano
I'm trying to teach my girls to play the piano. It's taken a while but at last I've been reminded about a fundamental thing, which is that you can't play piano until you can sing. Until you've got the sound in your head, sitting in front of a piano keyboard is just typing practice. Artur Rubinstein taught me that, in a couple of minutes on a documentary. But I keep forgetting.
So this morning Violet, Ruby and I were in the kitchen and I was asking Ruby to sing with me. 'C-D-C-D-C-D-Ceeeeee' Just those two notes. We pushed a bit on the repertoire from time to time to include A, B and E, but hey, easy does it.
This is as basic to playing the piano as learning Romans 1:1-17, and Romans 3:21-26 is basic to learning Christianity.
Learn it! Learn it in Greek, even if you don't understand it. Then take it apart piece by piece, think about it, pray about it, and reassemble it. One day you will wake up and see the Lord Jesus face to face, and understand in full what it is that you've remembered in part.
But be warned. If you do not, in the grace of God, understand it, then do not attempt to learn it. Return it to the shelf, because if you learn without understanding, it will return in fiery judgement on the last day to condemn.
Whereas any fool can learn to sing, and it's good fun too.
So this morning Violet, Ruby and I were in the kitchen and I was asking Ruby to sing with me. 'C-D-C-D-C-D-Ceeeeee' Just those two notes. We pushed a bit on the repertoire from time to time to include A, B and E, but hey, easy does it.
This is as basic to playing the piano as learning Romans 1:1-17, and Romans 3:21-26 is basic to learning Christianity.
Learn it! Learn it in Greek, even if you don't understand it. Then take it apart piece by piece, think about it, pray about it, and reassemble it. One day you will wake up and see the Lord Jesus face to face, and understand in full what it is that you've remembered in part.
But be warned. If you do not, in the grace of God, understand it, then do not attempt to learn it. Return it to the shelf, because if you learn without understanding, it will return in fiery judgement on the last day to condemn.
Whereas any fool can learn to sing, and it's good fun too.
Friday, 29 February 2008
Lily Violet leaves home
Neither Fifi or I got teary when our last daughter, Lily Violet, started at school a few weeks ago. It was almost a relief to look forward to a more structured day with larger bits of discretionary time.
But today I got a slightly weepy call from Fifi at the shops, where up until now she had been going with our motor-mouthed Lily Violet and receiving a running commentary on each and every item of shopping and associated activity. Lily Violet, working with the limited vocabulary of a five year old, is usually able to find three things to say about every element of her life. Like a good preacher, she tells you what she is about to say, then she tells you, then she tells you what she just said. It is quite infuriating and one of the most delightful aspects of having her as our daughter.
And now I'm feeling a bit sad too.
But today I got a slightly weepy call from Fifi at the shops, where up until now she had been going with our motor-mouthed Lily Violet and receiving a running commentary on each and every item of shopping and associated activity. Lily Violet, working with the limited vocabulary of a five year old, is usually able to find three things to say about every element of her life. Like a good preacher, she tells you what she is about to say, then she tells you, then she tells you what she just said. It is quite infuriating and one of the most delightful aspects of having her as our daughter.
And now I'm feeling a bit sad too.
Saturday, 23 February 2008
ricotta
Did I mention ricotta?
It needs to be fresh, though, and not swimming in a sea of its own leaked liquid.
Fresh, with a hint of saltiness, in large quantities, covered in honey, with crumpet.
Lily Violet still just wanted the weetbix, though.
It needs to be fresh, though, and not swimming in a sea of its own leaked liquid.
Fresh, with a hint of saltiness, in large quantities, covered in honey, with crumpet.
Lily Violet still just wanted the weetbix, though.
Friday, 15 February 2008
Tears before bedtime
Quite a lot before bedtime, really. Our youngest, Lily Violet, went off to school today with her and my current favourite book, Babar the Elephant, in her bag for 'news time'. Trouble was, she didn't want to take it to school. She knew she had to take something, but it definitely wasn't going to be that, and it wasn't going to be the gymshirt, so when I finally decided for her, she burst into tears.
By the time we got to school she'd calmed down and I carried her in while her two sisters ran off to classes. But now she didn't want to go in. This after two weeks of happily heading in to see all her friends, and telling her mum that she could just drop her at the school gate with her 'stisters'. She clung on to me and burst into tears again. Even the lovely Mrs Wilson couldn't persuade her inside.
Then Carina, from her class, came up, gave her a big hug, and brought her into the room while I ran for the door.
The funny bit about this was that last week when Carina was crying, Lily Violet was next to her and Fifi said "Give her a hug". To which Lily Violet responded "No! I don't want to" and got on with her work.
Photo is Ruby on the left, Lily Violet on the right
Breakfast
The girls and I have recently expanded from just weetbix or porridge to things like Nutri-Grain and Sultana Bran.
However if you choose the weetbix when your 'stisters' choose the Sultana Bran, you will get the honey spoon for sure, as Lily Violet realised.
However if you choose the weetbix when your 'stisters' choose the Sultana Bran, you will get the honey spoon for sure, as Lily Violet realised.
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