Copy Cat

Copying is all the rage here at the moment. The kids copy each other (and when it gets too annoying listening to them bicker I copy both of them). Will has an iphone application of a cat that copies anything you say. He also gets Euey to copy him, telling Euey little things to tell me - more often than not it's a dodgy pick up line.
Tonights copying session:

Will - Ask Mummy if she comes here often.
Euey - Mum, Daddy wants to know if you come here often.
...
Will - Ask her 'How you doin'?'
Euey - Mum, How you doin'?
...
Will - Tell her you need a labotomy.
Euey - Mum, I need another bottom!

Quotes

This morning:

We've been talking about Korea a lot, considering going back for a year. I even applied for a couple of jobs. As I didn't get them we're staying here, but there have been many a discussion about Korea lately. Even before I applied for the jobs we'd decided that we will try to pick up our Korean and teach the kids. Obviously all the talk is filling their minds, because comments like this are becoming common place in their play:

Aoife, you need to put these on your feet. This is Korea and Korea people fight with their feet.

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Last night:

Just before bed Will was play fighting with Aoife on the bed. She was lying on his tummy facing him, with both his hands in her armpits.
Aoife: What are you doing Daddy?
Will: I'm thinking about tickling you.
Aoife: *laughing* I'm thinking about you stop tickling me.

...

As I was leaving the bedroom after cuddles Euey inexplicably called out to me Roger, Roger!
I came back in laughing: Huh?
Mum, Roger yourself out! he said, killing himself laughing.

Bedtime Stories - Bringing in the nets

Brucie was my grandfather. He always wore shorts, a shirt and braces. He never put his shoes on properly, just stepped on the back of them. Then he shuffled to keep them on. He would pull up in the ute, walk up to the door, open it and come straight in, traipsing mud where ever he went. He would call out Lucky, Lucky ... I've got a job for you. We'd all jump in the back of the ute and hold on for dear life. We usually had no idea where we were going or what we would be doing. Could be collecting prickly cactus pear, or back to The Ponds to go fishing, but this time we were checking the yabby nets.

He pulled up at a channel. We all poured out and started looking around. Looking here. Looking there. Finally, we headed back to the ute. Brucie, we can't find it, do you remember where you put it?
Must be around the corner, he'd say. We'd jump back in the ute, holding on for dear life, and off we'd go around the corner. Pull up, jump out, start looking. Looking here. Looking there. Brucie, are you sure it's here?
Must be around the corner, he'd say. Jump in, hold on, off we go again. Pull up, jump out, look here, look there. Brucie? Are you sure?

Sometimes we'd drive around all the channels in Ardmona looking for yabby nets. We'd get them all (or most of them) in the end, and Brucie would take them home, resisting our offers of helping him re-set them. In a few days he'd put them back in, forget where half of them were and off we'd go again. It was the best way to spend a Sunday morning!

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After I'd finished telling this story, as they were both killing themselves with laughter Euey commented: Brucie was a crazy crazy man Mum. He forgets as much as you. Even more!

Then as I walked out the door he called Lucky, Lucky - the tone was so exact it brought tears to my eyes. There's a lot of Simson in that boy.

Like father like son ...

Will was discussing with Euey how much of a hunk his daddy is and how his mummy is a skunk. Euey, bless his little heart, came running to me yelling skunk and monk, skunk and monk and skunk and monk.

Then after dinner he was reading a few stories to the kids. He read a couple of phonics books, aimed directly at helping them learn to read. He also has a habit of stopping as he's reading to explain any words the kids might not understand. After a couple of books Euey had had enough ... Dad, can we just read and not learn?

(By the way, watching Will read 'Learn ch, sh and th words with Meeble' was ilumminating.)

June - July Photos

At the zoo. There was a butterfly on him, but I missed the butterfly and just got the awesome expression.

At the museum. The kids absolutely love the museum. Great rainy day entertainment.

At Ann and Rids' place. Not sure what happened here. We left them in Charlie's room and all of a sudden they all came running out wearing as many of Charlie's clothes as they could get on!

He he. Such a joker already, god help us as he gets older.

Catha came to visit! Yay!

Seems Finna is not the only one who got the slap-stick gene from Will.

Finn goes nuts when I drive the pram toward one of those little merry-go-round rides in the shopping centre.

Daddy's home, yayyy!!!

Euey wrote his name.

Chucky decided to wake up Aoife by sitting on her head with a pooey nappy.

Charlie teaching Euey how to ride his new bike.

And fixing the handle bars after he rode down the hill and forgot how to use the brakes. Lucky only pride and bike were damaged.

I don't like girls

Aoife had an issue today and she wanted to sort it out with Euey tonight. Apparently Euey and a friend claimed they don't like girls. Aoife was very affronted. When she brought it up Euey back-tracked big time.
I do like girls. I love girls.
How much, Will asked.
Forever, he said, forever ... I dreamt about girls last night.

Bedtime Stories from Cath

The first bedtime story I posted was about the birth of my best friend and the day we met (same day). The next one comes straight from the horse's mouth. It is not one my kids have heard yet. It's not even one I remember. But it will be told tonight with glee.

Check it out here.

Crackers from Euey

This evening everyone was colouring in a Little Mermaid colouring book while I cooked dinner (even Finna). Will came in to help me and Euey called out Dad, I've got something to show you. As he walked back into the living room Will was greeted with Look, green boobies!
Wow, green boobies are my favourite, replied Will
Yeah, cause green means go! said Euey emphatically.

Then at bedtime Will was telling him a story about Viking raids in Ireland and he asked Why does the Viking have a king in half their word? This was quickly followed by Why don't we ask Michael.
From Aoife's bed next to them I could hear the cogs whirring away in Will's head until finally ... Ahh, yes, good idea Euey, let's ask Google.