Monday, August 30, 2010

Book week, sewing, camping, wombat

This week was Book Week. On Friday the kids were asked to go to school dressed up as a character from a book. Max wanted to be Max from Where the Wild Things Are.


George helped. He was scissor boy and would snip threads for me. Then he wandered off and cut a hole in Royce's beanbag. After that he was relieved of his duties as scissor boy.


Photo: Giorgio Piccone
Max has been making a pillow at school in Art and one day he came home and made one here too. He tacked it together with a needle and thread, sewed it on my sewing machine (leaving a bit to turn inside out and insert stuffing) and now he sleeps with this pillow that he made himself!


Friday came, and Max had to tuck his tail into his costume so that he could ride his bike to school.




Max's teacher was dressed up as Barbie.


All 101 children got to tell the school what they were dressed up as.




George was not the only younger sibling to have gotten dressed up and participate.




George and I did some watercolour painting at home this week.


George calls this "Owl with his beak up".


The CFA (Country Fire Authority, the local volunteer fire brigade) is looking for new members. We went over to the fire hall and found out about what was required. The kids got to have a good look around the fire truck.


One day George and I went to the park, past the tree where the dive-bombing mother magpie lives.


This is the baby magpie shortly before George decided to run at it. I didn't get any photos of the mother magpie flying at George, because I was too busy swinging my handbag at it.


This weekend we went camping. Royce has got a beautiful new 2 room tent. 



A passing troubadour came to the campsite and sang many songs including Waltzing Matilda. Thanks Dave!


They were up early and went fishing while it was still the fishes' breakfast time. There was lots of nibbling but none were caught.



We went for a long walk around the lake and found a dead wombat (it appeared to have died of natural causes) and lots and lots of wombat holes.




At one point, George piped up and said that he would like to live here, become a wombat, and dig a hole.

Photo: Massimo Piccone
There was also a fantastic big trampoline at this campsite.

Photo: Royce Edwards

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