On Sunday we went off to see Carlton vs Melbourne at the iconic MCG. Catching the train into Richmond station as much easier than driving and we haven’t been on a train in ages so that was a fun element for the little man.

At Richmond station we met up with my friend Bevan, also a Carlton supporter, and the little man was very excited to see him and couldn’t stop jumping on him and running around him like a headless chook. Up to the G we walked all the while the little man talking about nothing of great importance but didn’t want the adults to exclude him. Mind you he was very polite as every time he interrupted he said “excuse me Bevan” and then prattled on about nothing.

We got seats on the bottom stand and we could see Captain Carlton on the boundary line so Bevan wandered down there with the little man and the next thing I could see was Bevan taking a photo and the result is below


First off the little man was thirsty then he was hungry and didn’t want any of the food I had packed for him. I offered hot chips which was met with a resounding yes and I’ll get them with Bevan you stay here scenario. Off they went to purchase some hot chips and the game started.

The little man was not overly interested but clapped with the crowd be it for or against Carlton and at times even yelled out “go Carlton go” which seems to be his catch cry these days.

By mid-way through the second quarter we had hit our limit. It was a late starting game than normal 3.20pm instead of 2.40pm, so I was not surprised by his lack of enthusiasm and attention span of zero. I said we would leave at half time in a minute; mind you there were another 20 odd minutes to this time! Naughty mum, for telling her son a little white lie so that she could stay and see more of the game.


Half time came and we said our farewells and walked back to the station for the train ride home. After waiting in the biting wind on the station the train finally arrived 30 minutes later and we got on and sat near a couple in their 60s. The little man proceeded to talk to them and then made the lady make all these animals from the newspaper! There was an elephant, then a monster, a snail, a snake, a butterfly and finally a dinosaur. Unfortunately I didn’t get any photos of these ‘creatures made from the newspaper’ but it did keep him entertained for the 25 minute ride home. Got to love strangers – at times of course….




Good Read

I do enjoy a good biograph and have read some really interesting ones over the years.  I saw this at the library the other day and decided to give it a read as I love the TV show, even though I don’t have foxtel and haven’t seen an episode since a friend taped the wedding!!  Sad I know….

Anyway this was better than I thought it was going to be and mentions the OJ Simpson case a fair bit as she and her first husband were extremely close to OJ and his wife Nicole.  

I also have a lot of admiration for her and the way she and her ex-husband maintained a great and loving relationship even though they were no longer a couple and she had remarried.  All for the sake of their children and I guess the love they had for one another at another time in their lives. 

It made me think about my situation and that I know I will never be able to show that kind of relationship to my son as his dad is not the forgiving type and is out there to ‘get me’ or belittle me at every corner.  I know this will never change which is a great disappointment for my son, but it comes down to the way his dad wants to behave towards me.  I wish for the little man’s sake we could have a better relationship ,unfortunately this will not occur as he is still bitter about his first ex-wife and they have been divorced for years!!! 

It can’t be healthy to hold on to such resentment and to portray this onto the children involved as it doesn’t do them any good to have one parent bad mouthing the other on a constant basis.  It is not of my concern as I have enough things to concern myself about rather than worry about his attitude towards me; don’t get me wrong sometimes I am stressed and upset beyond belief with the things he says and does to me but I can’t change it and have to keep moving forward as hard as that road is at times. 

I do applaud Kris Kardashian for the way she has lived her life for her children, especially in the earlier years not necessarily later in life and the train wreck of a TV show that kept us all coming back for more. 

If at all possible have a pleasant relationship with your ex for the sake of your children’s wellbeing and health and to show them what a relationship should be like.  After all it is all about the child and not about the parents.                                                   




Dutch Day

Last Tuesday at the little man’s day care they had to wear something orange to celebrate the Dutch Queen’s birthday. I’m guessing there must be a few Dutch children in the centre for this to occur as seemed a bit odd to be but hey we have one orange t-shirt so that went on over the top of a white long sleeve t-shirt top.

When I picked him up he was outside happily playing but was told by three staff members what a shocker of a day he’d had. He had wet himself three times, very odd as he has been toilet trained for a while now and very out of character for him but he seemed happy so had a little word to him about not doing it in future.

Whilst getting his belongings’ together and the numerous bags of wet clothing I had to take home and launder he pulled out a crown he had made in honour of the Queen’s birthday. He promptly placed this on his head and bowed to me!! So cute!! I then had to bow to him and say “happy birthday to you Queen.” He then told me about his day on the way to the car and that he had also been bitten by one of the other girls on his hand – got to love the full impression of all teeth on your child’s hand.

As he had enjoyed his day so much he was lucky enough to have a banana ice cream for dessert, not a reward for the toilet wetting I assure you!

Here he is with his crown on and the ice cream.