Boofhead.

Today, after a bit of a late-night facebook chat with one of my little brothers, I’m grateful that we can indeed still chat after being apart for so long.

There are 11 years between myself & by biggest little bro, he used to annoy me when I was being all angsty in my bedroom listening to Korn & I used to babysit him & my other two siblings what seemed like all the time.

I think the fact that there is such a large age gap between us makes for a good sibling relationship – we’ve never fought about anything – a teenager fighting with a four year old wouldn’t have been a good look – and we’ve just always got along, despite seeming to come from different planets; he’s a tall popular football star & I was… well… Daria. Since I moved out of home at 16 though, then to a different town, then to a town further away, then further, then further, then even further… we don’t get to hang out very often.

I’m grateful that he fell into his role as an Uncle so easily (so did my other little bro, in case he’s reading this; you know I luff ya, now be CAREFUL ON THAT BLOODY MOTORBIKE!) – Punk adored him almost instantly last time he was down, I just hope that we get to see more of him in the future than we have in the last few years.

Miss ya Boof. xx

More grateful posts with judgey (hehe) Maxabella.

Incredibly grateful…

After reading the tragic news on a forum I visit that a loving mother lost her newborn daughter a couple of days ago… well, I am all the more grateful for my two beautiful children, and I have been hugging them even more, with a heavy yet full heart.

I am grateful for my contradictory princess. Eternally dirty, lover of gumboots & bikes & ballerinas & pink.

I am grateful for the bond between siblings I see developing even now.

I am grateful for my cheeky boy, who although he may have one health concern that is still rather an unknown factor, is robust, joyful & sweet.

More grateful posts with Maxabella. xx

This week I’m grateful for…

…some time with my big Punk. Punky has been so awesome since Suspence arrived – helpful, sweet & not at all jealous, but she has had to put up with a lot less attention, fewer trips to the park, a baby crying… not much of a deal, eh? It has become a very rare occasion that sees Punky & I alone, so when The Boy suggested taking her out for a treat I was so excited.

After our morning tea (the pink pig was a fail; she would not be persuaded to have a cupcake, because the pig was PINK, but I knew she wouldn’t like it…), we got back in the car & I said “What would you like to do now? We can go anywhere you like?” & you know what she said, this daughter of mine?

 “Opshop!”

I’m also grateful for the amazing bond that my big girl & my big boy have; The Boy took her to the zoo & I was invited yet discouraged to come along – It was really a Punk & Dad day thing, so I left them to it. They saw Hippos, Zebras, Giraffes, & with some Daddy-input, Punk recounted “Bloody chickens! And a big stinky Rhinoceros poo!”

More ‘gratefuls’ here.

Grateful.

I’ve never joined in with Maxabella’s meme before & I really should try to from now on; if there is something we should all do more regularly it is stop & think about just what we have that we cherish.

After the shock of the Christchurch earthquake & the sadness that has been radiating from it; the loss, the devastation; I am, more than ever, so grateful to be safe here in our little home, with my two gorgeous children.

What are  you grateful for?