Last Sunday

So finally and in no particular order- here are some photos! I have found a way around the image insert gremlins by going through Windows Live Write or something like that! Yay! So, here are pictures of us all (Loren, Reece, Marcia, Matt, me and Christopher) watching Beautiful Creatures last Sunday.

Mommy Lesson no.9437: when going to the theatre- make sure that you have food and drink for your little ones. It really is irrelevant that you thought it would not be necessary because you had just treated them to a muffin the size of their head and a milkshake. They will still embarrass you by begging food off the nearest patron in range, providing a stellar performance making anyone believe that you have not fed them in days.

Luckily the nearest patron in this instance was Marcia who obviously has already learnt lesson no. 9437 and has provisions not only for her own child but other marauders which happen to include my little guy.

Rather embarrassing trying to ignore the little hand that stretches out throughout the show to the Provider of Food. I smile sweetly each time at Marcia as she hands over the extorted chip and wonder if she will be so happy to accept future invitations from me.

And pictures of the girls earlier on Sunday at The Secret Garden.

And finally one of Teacher Leanne's pics of Christopher for July. He looks too shnookums in the jersey his granny knitted for him.

I felt like a real louse today. Leaving a client meeting, a lady stopped to let me into the flow of traffic. No good deed goes unpunished. The guy behind her rode into the back of her. There was a loud horrible crunch and then a bystander howling out their horror. Hoowwwwwwwwwwww! Heeeeyyyyyyyyyyyy! OOOOOOOOOOOOOwww. Not someone you want on your team in a game of Hide and Seek.

I had an extended period of time of devil on one shoulder as I drove off- well it has nothing to do with me- that guy was not looking where he was driving. 3 minutes and one traffic light later- the Winged One wins and I do a u-turn and go back to give my details as a witness, praying that the lady won't shout at me about her poor car. Luckily she is either very gracious or does not recall that it was me that she had let in.

How often do we ignore that little voice though at our peril. It just does not cut you a break when you know you didn't do what you should have done and unlike other unpleasant company- you can't get away from it. It follows you to bed and curls up on your pillow right next to your ear, whispering, you should have...you really should have...

 So little Winged One, sweet dreams for both of us, tonight, please.