Not quite nigella!

Things have been quiet on the blog front lately. Not because life is quiet (no chance) but in fact very busy. Mostly keeping up with my boys (the chooks are the only thing stopping me being outnumbered) but also doing super
glam things like flying to Sydney for book launches. Not just any launch either. I was lucky enough to get invited to Lorraine from NQN 's launch. I left all the boys (even Sam) for one night and had the most fabulous time. Beautiful spot, gorgeous people and the most delectable food. I'm still dreaming about the dumplings. Such an honour to be invited and so much fun on my first night of freedom for a long time.

Off to school

Jack has been counting down the days till school starts since at least September last year. And so have we. We love him to bits but sometimes he drives us bonkers. Apparently this is called school readiness. It's all been going terribly well except for his need to drape himself across chaises and succumb to his ennui. Fair enough. We just have to hang in there till he becomes accustomed to it all.
One merit certificate already and a sticker for listening. S thought that might be for not listening the least!

Merry Christmas!

Speccy specs!

Hoho..oh

Another year, another santa photo. The major difference is last year there was Jack and me and a bump nicknamed Ruby Sparkles. This year I'm out of the shot (thank goodness) though Jack is laughing at me and he is joined by smiling Sam who seems to have been snapped the only time he wasn't smiling. Still, at least he's not screaming.

Xmas baking

I may have overdone things last year in the gingerbread department. Actually I think I didn't eat it for almost a year. I appear to be back on that particular spicy horse or maybe that should be reindeer. For some reason (brainfart) I tried a new recipe which can only be described as poo. A tablespoon of bicarb? madness! I chucked it out and started again.
I got these funny cake tins from andrew. They make funny looking horse cakes but are pretty good for reindeers. The kids at preschool thought so too.

Congraduations

We are a family of graduates now (actually Sam isn't and probably needs to lift his game). Recently Jack 'graduated' from preschool twice in one week. He only wore the cap and gown once which is lucky as it proved to be a oh&s issue for some of his fellow (shorter) graduates.
Yesterday S became Dr S when he received his phD. I'm not sure what the ceremony was like (long) because we were at the national dinosaur museum. That sounds uncaring but graduates only get two tickets so Noel & Diane got a guernsey and we turned up in time to celebrate.
Hooray or as Jack says,"congraduation!"