miffys world

The BBC Butter Boys

Yes, homework for Grade 2 is not just sums and Phonics, it is also about butter.  They learn about making bread later at GPS Boy's Schools I hope!!! (Boom Boom... oh well I thought it was clever...)  Anyhoo, butter making was performed as a team effort here for Jackie and Ethan.  You see, Ethan's Mum is Saint Amanda.  Saint Amanda can do anything.  2 gorgeous well mannered boys, Full time Law studies, 4 days a week in a city Law firm, moving house, and she is a hell sewer to boot.  Yep - She is Saint Amanda to all us mere mortals...  I digress again.... so the boys had to find their recipe on the net, then make their butter.  Now did we chose the recipe where we shake the cream in a jar (for about 3 hours I calculated...) no..... we chose the food processor method, which still took ages.  Then it gets mashed which was the fun part.  I did ensure I gave the boys the GOOD lecture about the pre-food processor 'olden days'... Jack goes, "Ethan, you know, the olden days were before 2000..." Yes Jackie, you child of the new millenium..

So after we made butter, the boys sat down and did some of their standard homework.  Check out the chuba chups...

Another job well done.  Amanda turns up to collect Ethan and we shared some crisp Sav Blanc and patted ourselves on the back for being such good mums...

This morning, this was the view off my back verandah...

Spectacular eh?  6.45am. A fab sight for the morning.  Darryl is a Hot Air Balloon pilot - flys Sports Balloons.  Don't laugh.  It really is a sport!  They have World Championships.  Oh stop laughing - it is true!!! He won one once.... Oh, get up off the floor now.  Pull yourself together.  Yes - it is a highly strategic and tactical flying skill....*smirk*  at which my clever Razzle Dazzle excels.  Besides, as he tells you, it used to impress the Laaaadieeeees!

A big match... U7 Taylor Bridge Black Rugby!

"Yes, Mummy will come to watch you play rugby this morning Jackie".  So off we all went.  They all got to go by car, I got to walk (or be dragged) by Mrs Mosely.  She was very excited when we made it to the football fields.  Surrounded by kids!!!  And they were all running!!! DOG HEAVEN!!!  She of course was the centre of attention as she is so stinkin' cute!!  (Maybe I should have worn my new pink wig and I could have had a flock around me?!)  Anyway, it was great fun to see the big fella play a bit of roughfty toughty Rugby! The star was Jack Robbo.

I know that the photos don't capture the pace at which these kids play rugby and the fact they just look like little bees swarming around a ball is simply illusionary. It is frenetic...really it is.

Just look at how Jack Robbo leaps away from the opposition... It's fast baby.  Go hard or go home!!!

And how chuffed is our little warrior after he scored?  I love this photo.  He was walking back - looking over at the crowd to make sure his Dad was watching.  You were watching Mark weren't you?  Not sitting chatting, drinking coffee and eating croissants??

Oh - who is that cutie?  Which one I have to ask?  Darryl? Darcy? Mrs Mosely?

And some of my little fella...

 

Now boys, I want this little face to stay just as cute.  No cauliflower ears from the scrums, no broken noses, no cracked teeth, ok??  Yes - I want my boy to be fast - real fast, like noone can catch him kinda fast!  Yep - I have young Jackie pegged for a lifetime of sledging as that pretty boy winger!!  (And for you Americans - I am unsure of the equivalent position - but the rugby winger is the prettiest, least scarred and most glamourous guy on the field!!)  Least scarred is the part his Mummy likes best!

Poker Faces

Tonight, Jackie learnt to play poker.  An essential Boarding School skill for his later years perhaps?  It was priceless to watch the new recruit learn the rules - including how to keep a 'poker face' . Is this is Dad?

 

Or how about this?

No... I've got it now! 

Okay - seriously ...

But even better than poker faces are poker winners!  Especially when they are 6 years old and whip their Dad!  This is good isn't it Dad?...

Is this better?

I think I'm getting the hang of this now, what about this Dad?

Jack finished like this...

And Dad had none.

So - the obligatory Winner's Dance was performed. (Gloating is fair game when you are 6 and win anything...)

Note to self - must check that cards and toothpick 'chips' do NOT make their way to school tomorrow!  Can just see the note home now...