Lest we forget

late to the party I know, but a few quick shots from our little towns Anzac Day parade, which the children run.

The Husband was thrilled (not) that he somehow managed to find himself on a horse for the second time this year. (the second time in around 10 years too I might add)...

  

His joy was compounded by the fact that as he mounted the borrowed horse, he was informed of its narcolepsy-like condition. It probably wasn't appropriate, but the owner of the old horse and the wife of the green shirted rider were heard cackling away quietly when The Husband was seen giving ole Spin a boot in the belly to wake him up...

The service (just lovely as always) was followed by smoko of course.

I raided my precious silver leafed iron bark tree for some greenery, and on the way out, quickly added some fresh mock orange blooms to the vase. Smell=divine.

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them. Lest we Forget

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He wouldn't stay at home

Despite my pleas that he was "too little to go to Kindy!" and that "I will be lonely if you aren't at home with me! who will I talk to? what will I do?!" he went off to Kindy with joy on his face in and a spring in his step.

A lot like his father, this child.  He told me that I could "talk to the dog and the guinea pig, and you can do jobs". 

Kindy is every Tuesday, 40km away, and it goes nearly ALL DAY!  This week was his third week, with the previous two weeks I picked him up early for swimming lessons. This week, due to the little pool being shut, I let him stay until finishing time.

It was such a SAD little boy that I found there.  We'd had a weekend filled with late nights, and he'd gotten up early on both Monday and Tuesday mornings (if the sun is up, and his eyelid is a crack open, its time to get out of bed!).  He fell asleep during quiet time at Kindy, and I have to admit, on the rare occasion that he sleeps at home during the day, he doesn't normally wake up cheerfully.  When he woke up at Kindy (they woke him) he was just sad sad sad.  Despite the efforts of his wonderful teachers, he was most woeful, even after the girls and I arrived.  You've never seen such a heartbreaking scene as this little boy trying SO hard not to cry,holding the sobs back, but tears welling and overflowing, when it was his turn to do a little song/puppet show with a little friend (five little speckled frogs, sitting on a speckled log, eating the most DELICIOUS flies, YUM YUM! one jumped into the pool, where it was nice a cool, then there where four little speck- led frogs.... is that in your head now, playing over and over and over? good!!)

We took the poor, overtired little man home. He had another little nap on the way, clutching his backpack (which he also cried over, as I didn't zip it ALL OF THE WAY SHUT).  He then didn't go to sleep until after 10pm that night.  I know, as when I went to check on him, as I do every night before I have a shower, he had this funny little smile on his face, and when I kissed him, he giggled.

But he still loves Kindy, and won't stay home with me. And he won't be allowed to have a nap at kindy again.  Best for all concerned!