Pizza night

Kayden's little best friend just returned from a long overseas trip away. As a welcome home party, 3 families on our street gathered at one house and we spent a whole evening creating our own pizzas and cooking them in a wood fire pizza oven which the host built himself! They tasted amazing!

Oh boy were the 2 little boys happy to see each other again! There were alot of noisy games of chase and racing each other on their trikes to be had. They giggled like little girls as they 'cheers!' themselves with little slices of pizzas. Too cute!

At the end of the night, we even had a loaf of bread from the leftover pizza dough to bring home. But the best part? Was it only took us 15seconds to walk home. How good is that! 

Green is the new brown

We have a lawn! No more looking at the brown dirt! Whooopeeee!I know its just plain grass out there but all that colour makes me very happy. But I must confess we didn't do this ourselves. We have a sizable yard and it just was not DIY-able with a very inquisitive toddler around. Just putting in a handful of trees on the side fence was abit of a nightmare. Kayden was stuffing soil into his nappy! His gumboots! Sprinkling dirt into his hair! I think I spent more time cleaning out the shower and bath after I washed him off.

We got instant turf and it will take around 4 weeks to settle and hopefully bind together. So at the moment I've been watering it 4 times a day.  We have only 2 taps outside and I have to shuffle the hoses and sprinklers around to make sure I get all the grassed areas. It get a bit tricky when you have a very clingy toddler who's wanting to follow you everywhere. But it's all good once I have the sprinklers set up and going. There's something very therapeutic about watching and listening to thousands of little drops of water swirling around in a very rhythmic pattern. That fine white mist falling onto a carpet of green glistening under the sun. Just gorgeous!

And as expected Kayden just cannot wait to go roll around on the lawn. He sneaks onto it every time I'm not looking! It's not ready to walk on yet, not at least another 3 weeks or so. I am not risking little yellow patches all over. So I hand him a small shovel and tell him to go play with the dirt on the edges. And then wash him off everytime.

Oh and we just struck a deal with our neighbours, we're building a sandpit (soon hopefully), and they're getting a swing set. Fun summer times ahead!

CYA

I had some pretty cool professors at uni back in my days. They all left us words of wisdom. At one particular tutorial before the exams, our research prof walked in empty handed, except for this one transparency (and a texter). Which he proceeded to flip the overhead projector on and wrote 3 big letters on it.

C Y A

He wasn't telling us all 'seeya later!' We most definitely do not want to see him ever again for repeating the same unit that's for sure. CYA means COVER YOUR ASS. Oh my, I laughed until I cried during tut I think. Whatever you do in life, just make sure you cover your ass, he says. Well that's made an impression for sure.

And Kayden my son, you most definitely need to learn this one important life lesson. No matter what you do, always CYA. Doing the above is not CYA-ing. You almost got away for the number '9'.But the 'Y' and the 'U' is a big red fat FAIL my boy.

Remember boys and girls, always CYA!

Everybody fall in!

Hopefully this ensues even when he's a couch hogging teenager. The being tidy part. NOT looking forward to the couch hogging.