• C has really got the hang of empathy appeals lately. The other day, when we’d run out of bagels so I couldn’t give him one for breakfast he said ā€œHow would you like it mum, if I ruined your birthday?ā€ and I said ā€œmate, it’s not ya birthdayā€ and he said, emotionally, ā€œIT’S MY BIRTHDAY WEEK?!?!?!ā€.
  • Can’t imagine where he gets this incredibly dramatic personality from.
  • I drank two bottles of (very nice) wine with Nina on Thursday. We definitely talked about you. All of you.
  • The saga of the power cable is over - one of my colleagues left and I nicked theirs. It’s slightly soiled but the electrons flow through it just fine.
  • If it seemed like I zoned out in a conversation we were in recently I was probably just thinking about the pattern maths required to fit a sewing pattern to my torso. I’ve done it now so I am once again at peace.
  • We had a birthday party for wee-man this week. High point was Lachie telling all of Chaz’s friends it was now time for them to try to throw wet sponges at him, which they did with great enthusiasm. What a ledge.
  • Lachie and E sometimes do Junior Park Run, but despite him being a far superior runner, it was with me that she got her Park Run PB. And for about 18 months, Lachie and E couldn’t even get within a minute of it. I was extremely smug about this, and Lachie was so confused that he even raised the possibility that we had somehow cheated (!). Anyway, for father’s day I said to E - hey, why don’t you try and beat your PB with dad today? And that was all the motivation she needed to clear it by a full minute. Losing my own PB coach status was all the motivation I needed to get back on the Junior Park Run circuit, so this morning, much to Lachie’s disbelief E and I went out and took another minute off of her record. And once again I am the PB coach 😌

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