Blogg-ed Issue

Elisha has never played a team sport before this year.

While we were on hoidays at the beginning of the year, we picked up some small hockey sticks in an op shop.  The kids had a great time mucking about with them.  Just quietly I may have had heart palpitations every time someone lifted the hockey stick up in the air, but we are still serious injury free to this day.

When registrations came out, we signed Elisha up for Minkey.  May 14th was his first actual training and game.

He loves it.

Brett played hockey for most through most of his school years, and I think he’s having fun hitting the ball around too.

We’ve enjoyed getting outside in the fresh (sometimes brisk) air and cheering Elisha on.

Cayley and Jos haven’t complained of boredom, they find too much to enjoy.

And I can see that there are many benefits to being part of a team.  I’m so glad that we signed him up.

Even if we do have to be at the ground by 8.20 on a Saturday morning.

Go Stingrays!

“Dad, when are you going to get a job?”

Elisha: “When Jesus comes back, I can play the Wii whenever I want to.”

It’s so cold in the house this morning that Elisha asked me to turn the air-conditioning off.

Elisha and a few of his friends have started a Boys’ Club.

This past Friday was a volcano day… there was the obligatory volcano in the sandpit before we went for a picnic at Faulker park in Belmont.

First set it up… with bicarb soda in the bottle

… then add vinegar

… then add red food colouring

… then add dishwashing liquid

… then add some animals just for fun.

They had a blast and they look forward to getting together every Friday.

Now it’s time to tell you about Cayley’s first love.  Not Rusty.  I’ve gone back through my photos to see what I can discover.

Here is the very first photographic evidence of Doggie.

And yes, you are right, that is not Cayley, it is Elisha.  Doggie is/was Elisha’s.  He received him from Uncle Peter, who said that every boy should have a black and white dog.

Next is first photographic evidence of Cayley and Doggie.

I don’t know why I hadn’t taken any photos of Cayley and Doggie before this.  Because they were already seriously good friends.  She had loved him so much he needed a wash.  Cayley is a thumb sucker, and she would hang onto Doggie’s tail while sucking that tasty thumb.  He washed up well.  Cayley made sure he was safe through the whole wash cycle.

And then, one night, Cayley was unwell.  And Doggie got in the way.  And I… I washed him.  I may have set the temperature a little too hot.

And now, Doggie is not Cayley’s love any longer.  I ruined him.  He doesn’t feel right any more.  I really, really did.

Want proof.

Poor, poor doggie.

We are so thankful for Grans and Opas who help little girls find new loves.  One that ‘feels’ right.