The name for my blog comes from the obvious, four boys live in this house. They have such a huge impact on my life, my day, my thoughts; who I am. My husband, my son of 22 (from a previous life) and the two Little Doers, aged 8 and 4 ("nearly 5 Mum!") all share this space. It can get very hectic.
These are just my musings, nothing profound, nothing extraordinary, just me, writing about whatever I want to.
Today is the first day of the New Year. It's an exciting time. Goughy and I are excited. We have awesome plans for our home, for our family, for our future. I can't wait to get it started.
The boys had a late night last night, playing in the garden with us, watching on. It was a peaceful night, punctuated only by the occasional sibling argument and happy car horn wishing the neighbourhood a Happy New Year. I didn't see in the New Year. I rarely make it past 10pm these days. Gone are the days when New Years Eve was planned for months in advance. Venue meticulously chosen from the scores on offer, frock agonised over, shoes bought and worn in at least 3 weeks in advance to prevent an early New Years Eve retirement. Last night and the preceding 8 or 9 have all been enjoyable but quiet and sensible.
Scott is in Mexico. I spoke with him yesterday. It will be his New Years Eve now. I miss him. I hope he is safe. He and Claire are likely to be looking for a place of their own when he returns. I think it's time but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want him to stay. We'll see how things go.
Today started lazily, a sleep in until 7.15. Almost unheard of. I normally wake before the boys but not today. The sound of Kaden's baby elephant foot steps roused me. At 7am I would have been checking his breathing - he is a super early riser, always has been. We played iPad games together and did a bit of a tidy up before heading off to see a movie - Wreck it Ralph. The boys enjoy our company. I can tell. D has a quiet grin, a secret smile to himself and to me which speaks volumes of how much he is enjoying himself. Kaden is more demonstrative. He must have some part of his body connected to mine or to Goughy's at all times. Not in a clingy, needy, pain in the ass kind of way; but in a I'm happy you're here and I wanna hug you kind of way.
Copious amounts of popcorn and numerous visits to the toilet later, the movie ends and we're home for a relaxing afternoon in the pool and garden.
I'm eating paleo and I want so much for my boys to eat more like me. Of course, they've had years of processed foods (which I have given them), so weaning them will take some time. D Is a shocking eater. Kaden is much better but not great. I don't know how it got that way. I remember Scott only eating chips and ice cream all those years ago. Back then as a 23 year old mother I knew nothing - just ass long as he was eating. Now I'm older and apparently know more. I'm more educated, more informed, more conscious about the needs of my children. Or am I? I don't know. Scott is a strapping, healthy, fit, positive, community participant. He plays sport, has a job, pays bills and has a long term steady relationship. Obviously, chips and ice-cream didn't hurt him. Maybe this food bandwagon is all a crock!
Anyway, I am going to continue to deliver meals with unprocessed brightly coloured vegetables on their plate. I don't care that in order for them to get it down their throats, they must have everything drowned in gravy! Ship it in.
