A couple weeks ago (I KNOW! I’m getting slack!) Jaxon and I went with Tasha and her kids to see a live show of Dora the Explorer.

We weren’t meant to take photo’s I don’t think…or video. But we did, as did everyone else.

I was so incredibly impressed with all of our kids who were so well behaved for us. I fully expected to be all stressed out and in fact, I was dreading the experience for weeks. But they did as they were told, they held hands and crossed the roads well. They stayed together as a group and not one of them chucked a hissy fit. I was just so HAPPY with them all!!

The funny thing was that Tasha’s youngest Abbi and Jaxon took a very long time to figure out that the stage was not just a HUGE TV! I actually think Jaxon STILL thinks he just went to the movies!!

Here’s some pics.

Jaxon was so impressed with the show that even now, weeks after we went he’s still asking me to sing “Pyramid, jungle, lost city” and if I don’t put the right kind of SPIN on “loooost city” like Dora does…well!! I might as well be dead to him!

A BIG thank you to Michael who gave us the tickets to go!

Don’t tell me there is a hole in the glass with out specifically pointing it out to me.

He-Man says “By the Power of Grayskull!”

Jaxon says “By the Power of Gray-cow”

Fun for…er….the whole family!?

There are a lot of changes going on around here at the moment.

Among them, we’re upgrading our spare bed from a blow up mattress to a proper bed for times when Grandma comes to visit.

We got our new bed frame, and Tim gave it a coat of vanish. It’s not wet anymore but it’s still a little grabby.

So as we’re in the room assembling it with Jaxon playing with Buzz Lightyear in the middle of us we tell him he’s not allowed to touch it.

Then we needed to leave to get the remaining bits to the bed and as we leave we reinforce our request for him not to touch while we’re gone.

On our way out to the shed Tim asks me how long I think it will be before he touches it. And I tell him he’ll do it just once “just to figure out WHY we asked him not to touch it”

When we return we fully expected that Jaxon would have his sticky little mits on the bed frame. Instead, there’s Jaxon holding Buzz in such a way that his hand was touching it!

He proclaims “Buzz touched it! Buzz touched it!”

Evil little genius he is!?

I’ve been thinking about this post for a LONG time now.

I just haven’t come up with a fun or witty way to put it forward to you. So I’ve sat on it, waiting for that perfect moment in my head where everything just fall’s in to place and the words just flow effortlessly from my mouth.

Some people suggested I just leave it until such a time that, well…it would just be very old news. But that has never been my intention. So I wont do that.

It started out as waiting for the “safe” period to pass. And then, week by week…it’s increased to “ridiculously late for letting people know”

So I have decided that the perfect time for me to tell you has long since past. And that the perfect words are probably never going to just flow from my mouth. So here it is.

Drum Roll please….

I’M PREGNANT!

Ta-Da!

Every night Tim, Jaxon and I have a big bath together. We don’t all squeeze in to a tiny little tub. We have a two person spa that fits us all perfectly.

Recently, Jaxon took an interest in my, a-hem…nipples.

I didn’t lie to him when he asked what they are. I told him they were nipples. And I pointed out that he has nipples…and Daddy has nipples. We all have nipples.

Well, for some reason, he called them kettles for a few days. He would point them out on me, and Daddy and himself and say “Mum has kettles, Jaxon has kettles and Daddy has kettles”

He’ll even rattle off every other person he can think of asking “Does so and so have kettles?”

Well!

The other day we visited Nanny and Poppy. And we told them all about the nipple/kettle conversation.

Towards the end, he ever so politely (manner’s and all) asked Nanny to show him her nipples.

For some reason, she didn’t.

I was sort of glad for a while that he was referring to them as kettles. It meant that I wouldn’t get a call from day care telling me he needed to be picked up and that he was suspended for asking his teacher to show him her nipples.

We’ve got a fairly solid bed time routine set up with Jaxon, even if we’re slightly lax during the day about when we have meals and naps and plays.

It was all too obvious tonight, given the conversation that Jaxon and I had as I left his room.

It’s normally ME saying this stuff to him and him repeating it to me!

Jaxon: Leave the door open a little bit Mum (peease)

Mum: Yes, I will Jaxon

Jaxon: See you in five minutes Mum.

Mum: Um, ok!?

Jaxon:  “I love you Mum”

Mum: I love you too Jaxon!

Jaxon: Sweet Dreams Mum

Mum: Sweet Dreams Jaxon

Jaxon: See you in the morning Mum

Mum: Yes Jaxon

Jaxon: Sleep tight Mum

Mum: Jaxon, you’re stalling. Go to sleep.

Jaxon: Yes Mum.

As I’m walking off, and now no where for him to see I can still hear him yelling out “Night Mum!!”