A Compelling Future
Without Prejudice
I can't wait for Spring to finally arrive. The cold floor sucks at my feet with tendrils of bitter cold and wind and I once more put thick socks on and am warm. The daffodils are out and the freesias and the boys have painted the unit with rich soft dark brown mud, their "Work of Art". Yvette and I laugh and don't care, it's easily washed off and all little boys love mud.
Once the warmer weather starts we begin gearing up for the fun. There will be the most massive clean up as we do after every winter. Last year I made sure we "made Hay while the Sun shone", well I did, tarring the shed roof for winter weather. I had two bubbling little helpers that kept trying to climb my ladder behind me.
The yard is looking great this Spring, Yvette kept up the mowing and the weeding while I was away in Queensland for the Winter (Winter depression, S.A.D.) We finally have a carpet of green grass, soft and lush. We will hook up the hose fittings that the little boys keep snapping off, don't ask us why, it's a "boy" thing. I bought a brass one and it disappeared.
We have the hoses back and front for topping up the cars with water. And bucket washing which the boys do, this year we have all 7 back home and there "stuff" is everywhere. We don't have to worry about them, they take care of themselves, pretty much. Yvette and I were delighted to get them back home after "batching", now we're not so sure. Only kidding, they are delightful in that teen boy way.
They pull faces and mock me and their Mother, thinking they know everything in that arrogant Teen manner. Yvette and I just tell them like it is and keep moving. We wish they'd all nick off for the weekend and we can concentrate on the Spring Cleaning as well as the Clean Up. They will stay on COD until we have finished, gathering together in one room, hoping against hope we don't ask them to do anything, Heaven forbid ! the big sooks.
Yvette says she feels like a boy, anyway. She's a teen boy like them as far as the "Boys" are concerned. They laugh at her feistiness but she's as strong as an ox and can bring them down with a well aimed shoe. They are scared to death of her, which is just as well. They are an eating, mumbling, laughing mass of 5. The oldest has a baby and the "boys" adore him. Their very own Alpha Male brothers, child. A smiling bundle of delight, none of us can get enough of.
We have Acers 4th Birthday to come on the 9th October, on what was My Dad, Ernies Birthday. The year Acer was born we sadly lost his great grandfather, Sydney Paul, so he was named Acer Paul in my old Father In Laws memory. The girls, his grand daughters were so distraught at his sudden passing from a heart attack. Yvette went into early labour so upset she was and had Acer two weeks early. She took him with her to the funeral. So sad
We are already talking of Halloween and what costumes we will wear and what of Christmas day, all the birthdays in November, a party for each. We've had Halloweens with Zach dressed as Silent Bob with long blonde hair and beanie and sunnies. It was classic as Zach actually is the Silent Bob type.
That year the skies lowered and glowered and what had started as a scorcher day turned into hail, sleet and wind. I was cosy esconced by then in my Toy Boy's arms, he was dressed as himself. Fine enough for me, with his sculpted abs and gentle music playing. His laughter, deep and strong as he swung me up and around in the lounge room.
I was 25 kilos heavier then and he was so Big, he could lift me up like a feather and then ordered Pizza and ate the lot. Johnny Boys. He joined in all the merriment, the kids clustered around him like the Pied Pier Of Hamelin, he inspecting their "Booty". The kids laugh and run out to find more, even though the wind is so strong it's blown the fence over.
We always feast on the kids lollies when they are forced back inside and we have an Aussie party with party pies, sausage rolls, fairy bread, cake, ice cream. In those days two years ago I was happy to indulge too, but not now. We are not concerned what others say about Halloween, morbidly fascinating tales of razor blades in lollies. Australian are not like that. The people that don't like kids just shut the doors in their faces. The kids are then supposed to play a prank, but we don't let them.
Then comes the birthdays in November, 6 major ones. my Son In Law, Andrew, my grand daughter Tegan, born on the 11th of the 11th. How she would remind me for months before how many days to her birthday there were. Kyle, my oldest Grand Son on the 15th and Jade, my oldest grand daughter the next day. She was supposed to be a boy and was born on her due date. a Rare occurence.
Then there is the two big chicks of the Family, Yvette on the 19th and Debbie and her are then the same age for 6 days and Deb turne her year older on the 25th. We then have a sad day on the 30th November, paying our respects to my Brother James and my Daughter Lauren, who both died as children. Then we gear up for Christmas and the Summer Holidays. The boys like staying put, of course.
So on to Spring, Birthdays, Halloween and Christmas, my favourite time of the year. My Big tree will sit in the corner and I will have to change everything around in the unit to accomodate it. Out will come the decorations and no doubt, new lights. I will bake the mince pies and shortbread cookies. Might attempt a pudding, this year and an iced Xams cake.
Hopefully we are invited to Alena's as she is the best cook of all of us. We sit at tables and are in our best dress, the "boys" too. Alena's food is ambrosia, she has the touch of genius in her tasteful food. Lollies everywhere and chips, nuts, then a huge roast dinner, all the meats and vegetables and her divine gravy and we stuff ourselves.
There will be laughter and music and wine and so much to eat we will be groaning. It will be strange this year as Alena and I hardly eat any more. We've both lost significant weight and have traded looking "hot" for food. We both saw it as healthy and eat healthy and if we are bad we have a little taste and that's it.
I dance for exercise and Alena walks, Deb is getting Summer eady which this year includes a bikini. She can do it. Yvette this year has put on a bit of weight, for a change, she is naturally skinny and can go down hill quickly if she loses weight. She finds it a struggle to put on weight. She said it's harder to gain weight than taking it off.
Long lazy days of baking sun beckon. When we grab out the old sprinklers from the 50's. We suspend them from the washing line, we have a slip and slide, we stick one sprinkler in the ground for them to run through and stand over it's jet stream in that way children love to do. We have one that arcs in waves and they love that one. The little boys, aged 8, 4 and 2 are still such babies.
We buy a new plastic shell every Christmas that the little ones can sit in and play. At the moment that and visits to the beach get them through the Summer months. We'd like to take them away but little kids are hard to take away. They still young enough to get gastro badly and I hate camping, so we can spend another few Xmas Holidays at home. They are too young yet to know any different.
But we will make it Aussie Beach Holiday in the back yard again this Christmas. out will come the Big umbrella, the outdoor setting, the water toys. All the things they know and love, wearing their hats which they take off. We will transport them to Edithvale beach to swim and run and cool off. We will have tribe of kids, girl cousins who love hanging around with the babies.
Neighbours kids and friends from school. Yvette piles up the People Mover and heads off , she can rock a bikini and knows it. So she does. And the children follow her everywhere. Especially Tiana Banana who hero worships her tough wiry Aunt. All the kids could be screaming and yelling and Yvette will remain calm.
Then they explode out of the van, jumping on paddle boats, boogie boards, she buys them fish and chips and soft drinks, they are all skinny just like her, they arrive home covered in sand and sticky mouths and fall into beds, warm, smelling beautiful and dreaming the dreams that little boys need to. I am sure in their dreams they dream of slaying dragons, fighting the good fight, swords waving and running down hills in kilts, to Freedom xxx
I can't wait for Spring to finally arrive. The cold floor sucks at my feet with tendrils of bitter cold and wind and I once more put thick socks on and am warm. The daffodils are out and the freesias and the boys have painted the unit with rich soft dark brown mud, their "Work of Art". Yvette and I laugh and don't care, it's easily washed off and all little boys love mud.
Once the warmer weather starts we begin gearing up for the fun. There will be the most massive clean up as we do after every winter. Last year I made sure we "made Hay while the Sun shone", well I did, tarring the shed roof for winter weather. I had two bubbling little helpers that kept trying to climb my ladder behind me.
The yard is looking great this Spring, Yvette kept up the mowing and the weeding while I was away in Queensland for the Winter (Winter depression, S.A.D.) We finally have a carpet of green grass, soft and lush. We will hook up the hose fittings that the little boys keep snapping off, don't ask us why, it's a "boy" thing. I bought a brass one and it disappeared.
We have the hoses back and front for topping up the cars with water. And bucket washing which the boys do, this year we have all 7 back home and there "stuff" is everywhere. We don't have to worry about them, they take care of themselves, pretty much. Yvette and I were delighted to get them back home after "batching", now we're not so sure. Only kidding, they are delightful in that teen boy way.
They pull faces and mock me and their Mother, thinking they know everything in that arrogant Teen manner. Yvette and I just tell them like it is and keep moving. We wish they'd all nick off for the weekend and we can concentrate on the Spring Cleaning as well as the Clean Up. They will stay on COD until we have finished, gathering together in one room, hoping against hope we don't ask them to do anything, Heaven forbid ! the big sooks.
Yvette says she feels like a boy, anyway. She's a teen boy like them as far as the "Boys" are concerned. They laugh at her feistiness but she's as strong as an ox and can bring them down with a well aimed shoe. They are scared to death of her, which is just as well. They are an eating, mumbling, laughing mass of 5. The oldest has a baby and the "boys" adore him. Their very own Alpha Male brothers, child. A smiling bundle of delight, none of us can get enough of.
We have Acers 4th Birthday to come on the 9th October, on what was My Dad, Ernies Birthday. The year Acer was born we sadly lost his great grandfather, Sydney Paul, so he was named Acer Paul in my old Father In Laws memory. The girls, his grand daughters were so distraught at his sudden passing from a heart attack. Yvette went into early labour so upset she was and had Acer two weeks early. She took him with her to the funeral. So sad
We are already talking of Halloween and what costumes we will wear and what of Christmas day, all the birthdays in November, a party for each. We've had Halloweens with Zach dressed as Silent Bob with long blonde hair and beanie and sunnies. It was classic as Zach actually is the Silent Bob type.
That year the skies lowered and glowered and what had started as a scorcher day turned into hail, sleet and wind. I was cosy esconced by then in my Toy Boy's arms, he was dressed as himself. Fine enough for me, with his sculpted abs and gentle music playing. His laughter, deep and strong as he swung me up and around in the lounge room.
I was 25 kilos heavier then and he was so Big, he could lift me up like a feather and then ordered Pizza and ate the lot. Johnny Boys. He joined in all the merriment, the kids clustered around him like the Pied Pier Of Hamelin, he inspecting their "Booty". The kids laugh and run out to find more, even though the wind is so strong it's blown the fence over.
We always feast on the kids lollies when they are forced back inside and we have an Aussie party with party pies, sausage rolls, fairy bread, cake, ice cream. In those days two years ago I was happy to indulge too, but not now. We are not concerned what others say about Halloween, morbidly fascinating tales of razor blades in lollies. Australian are not like that. The people that don't like kids just shut the doors in their faces. The kids are then supposed to play a prank, but we don't let them.
Then comes the birthdays in November, 6 major ones. my Son In Law, Andrew, my grand daughter Tegan, born on the 11th of the 11th. How she would remind me for months before how many days to her birthday there were. Kyle, my oldest Grand Son on the 15th and Jade, my oldest grand daughter the next day. She was supposed to be a boy and was born on her due date. a Rare occurence.
Then there is the two big chicks of the Family, Yvette on the 19th and Debbie and her are then the same age for 6 days and Deb turne her year older on the 25th. We then have a sad day on the 30th November, paying our respects to my Brother James and my Daughter Lauren, who both died as children. Then we gear up for Christmas and the Summer Holidays. The boys like staying put, of course.
So on to Spring, Birthdays, Halloween and Christmas, my favourite time of the year. My Big tree will sit in the corner and I will have to change everything around in the unit to accomodate it. Out will come the decorations and no doubt, new lights. I will bake the mince pies and shortbread cookies. Might attempt a pudding, this year and an iced Xams cake.
Hopefully we are invited to Alena's as she is the best cook of all of us. We sit at tables and are in our best dress, the "boys" too. Alena's food is ambrosia, she has the touch of genius in her tasteful food. Lollies everywhere and chips, nuts, then a huge roast dinner, all the meats and vegetables and her divine gravy and we stuff ourselves.
There will be laughter and music and wine and so much to eat we will be groaning. It will be strange this year as Alena and I hardly eat any more. We've both lost significant weight and have traded looking "hot" for food. We both saw it as healthy and eat healthy and if we are bad we have a little taste and that's it.
I dance for exercise and Alena walks, Deb is getting Summer eady which this year includes a bikini. She can do it. Yvette this year has put on a bit of weight, for a change, she is naturally skinny and can go down hill quickly if she loses weight. She finds it a struggle to put on weight. She said it's harder to gain weight than taking it off.
Long lazy days of baking sun beckon. When we grab out the old sprinklers from the 50's. We suspend them from the washing line, we have a slip and slide, we stick one sprinkler in the ground for them to run through and stand over it's jet stream in that way children love to do. We have one that arcs in waves and they love that one. The little boys, aged 8, 4 and 2 are still such babies.
We buy a new plastic shell every Christmas that the little ones can sit in and play. At the moment that and visits to the beach get them through the Summer months. We'd like to take them away but little kids are hard to take away. They still young enough to get gastro badly and I hate camping, so we can spend another few Xmas Holidays at home. They are too young yet to know any different.
But we will make it Aussie Beach Holiday in the back yard again this Christmas. out will come the Big umbrella, the outdoor setting, the water toys. All the things they know and love, wearing their hats which they take off. We will transport them to Edithvale beach to swim and run and cool off. We will have tribe of kids, girl cousins who love hanging around with the babies.
Neighbours kids and friends from school. Yvette piles up the People Mover and heads off , she can rock a bikini and knows it. So she does. And the children follow her everywhere. Especially Tiana Banana who hero worships her tough wiry Aunt. All the kids could be screaming and yelling and Yvette will remain calm.
Then they explode out of the van, jumping on paddle boats, boogie boards, she buys them fish and chips and soft drinks, they are all skinny just like her, they arrive home covered in sand and sticky mouths and fall into beds, warm, smelling beautiful and dreaming the dreams that little boys need to. I am sure in their dreams they dream of slaying dragons, fighting the good fight, swords waving and running down hills in kilts, to Freedom xxx
