What is the truth?

I have often had discussions with kids at school about honesty and being honest (usually when one or more of them are being DIS-honest!) They generally come up with the satisfactory definition of "telling the truth". Thankfully their parents have gone through the process of explaining what the truth is.

But what happens when you have to have that discussion yourself with a 3 year old? Where do you start?
"I didn't do it!"
"But Daddy saw you do it"
"I didn't"
"You aren't telling us the truth"......*blank look from Megan*
"You are lying".....*another blank look*
How do you explain what the truth is? The best we could come up with was "You said no when you should have said yes...that's naughty". Not the best explanation but the only one in kid speak that seemed to register with Megan.

Surely we will be able to explain better when she has a better understnading of things. I think she is pretty cluey and hopefully she will pick up on the fact that we wont tolerate lying. Hmmmm.....and I thought things would be easier once they could walk and talk!!

3 definitions of sick

Doing anything when you are sick is hard. Looking after a family when you are sick is harder. Looking after sick kids when you are sick is the hardest. (Childbirth fits in there somewhere but I'm too sick to care where!)

Alex came into our room the other monring saying "sick, sick" and boy was he right. He'd been sick everywhere! All through his bed, on his pjs, in his hair...everywhere. So while Mike was dealing with his bed and the rest of his room, I stripped the little man off for a pre-6am shower and clean up (only to discover the diorherria that was wating for me to clean up as well!) Once cleaned and felling a bit better in his freshly made bed, Alex went back to his well needed sleep.

And so did I. I slept all morning. Dragged myself out of bed to go to the doctors and get antibiotics, and then back to bed for the rest of the afternoon. Thankfully Mike had taken on "man of the house" role and managed the kids, breakfast, lunch, washing etc, along with a miserable little bloke, all so that I could rest and rest and rest.

We have had one or more of us sick in our house for more the a month now and frankly I'm sick of it! I'm on the mend now, but I dread to think of the state I would be in now if I had had to deal with housey things while feeling like I did. I'm grateful I have Mike to share this kind of stuff with and really feel for those who do it alone.

D.O.R.O.T.H.Y!!

We visited Dorothy the Dinosaur's Travelling Show today. It appears that Megan shows her excitement the same was I did as a kid....talking the whole way in the car! She was so cute, making up her own songs in the back with the same word popping up over and over...Dorothy :)

She danced and boogied and had a great time. Even Alex, sick as he was, clapped along and pointed out things he liked. We even bought Megan a Dorothy toy which she loves and danced the show away with.

From a parent's perspective, however, the show just didn't cut it. Now.. without sounding like an X-Factor or Idol judge, I didn't "feel it". It's not that is wasn't entertaining, because clearly Megan was entertained. It just didn't have the spark or soul that the other Wiggles show we have seen.

The price of Dorothy was considerably cheaper than the Wiggles, which was the reason we chose her over the fellas. But clearly the extra money buys the pazazz and energy at the necessary parental level as well. No point just entertaining the kids when the parents pay the entry fee!

Frequent Flyer kids...

I was chatting with a friend the other day about how kids these days are so privelleged. Mobile phones, Nintendo DS's, Tv's in their bedroom, the works. She brought up that her daughter is not yet 3 and has been overseas twice! My first time overseas (and even on a plane for that matter) was when I was 21!

Growing up for us, big exciting holidays were restricted to Victoria and with a caravan in tow. Queensland was a luxury that we never got to experience. These days, Queensland is common place and even mundane! Gee, times have changed.

Having said all of this, of course, we are heading to Sydney in a few weeks. We wanted a holiday and super-cheap flights became available so we snapped them up while Alex is still young enough for us not to have to pay for a seat. We became one of "those" families...one who flies to their destination, stays in a hotel, etc. Everything I never got to do as a kid

Megan will be either scared or excited by the plane trip and Alex wont quite be 2, and so probably wont remember any of it and will need photos to prove he was there! Possibly a waste of an interstate/aeroplane trip for him!

And who knows...we might revamp Mum and Dad's old caravan and take the kids holidaying...old style!

Freckles!

I used to hate my freckles. I don't remember being teased about them, but I hated them just the same. They had all the cute names possible, like sun kisses, or love spots, but they were just freckles.

Which is why it surprised me a little when I was excited that Megan has a few freckles across her nose!
Just tiny, light brown freckles, but they look so cute! Maybe it's a sign of her getting older, growing up a bit.

I'll have to try hard to get a really good photo of her new freckles, just to document how beautiful she looks with them!

Happy Father's Day

This is Mike's 4th Father's Day, but I think today's was the most fun for me.

Megan and I decided to make pancakes for Mike this morning. Just the quick and easy "shake the bottle" version but the pancake stack looked impressive! Add a dob of butter and a drizzle of golden syrup and it was Masterchef worthy!!

Lunch on Southbank and then a trip to the Aquarium...fun family day all round :)