Coming and going...

these holidays, I have just basically been a taxi service...

'Mum, can I go to Luca's please?'
'Can you take me?'
'Can Rose come over and can you pick her up?'
'Can we go Ice Skating?'
'Can you drive us?'

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.

Bloody hell. When I was a kid (insert eye-rolling here) we were NEVER picked up and dropped off like this. We RODE OUR BLOODY BIKES EVERYWHERE! Or walked. They were the two choices you had - no, hang on there were three choices - Ride, Walk or not go.

Is it the times we live in? Do we mollycoddle these kids too much?

Samuel rode to his friends house this morning (yay) and called me at 5.30pm asking me to pick him up. Sure I say.
Stan says 'Where are you going?'
'To pick Samuel up.'
'Why? He rode didn't he?'
'Yes, but its raining.'
'So??'
'He'll get wet.'
'So??'
'He might get cold.'
'So??'
'Is that ALL you can say?'
'No.'

And so I went and picked him up. He was grateful. I know - he said 'thanks so much Mum' about six times.

Stan and Zachary are off to the Victorian Mototrials Championship in the morning. They are both very excited. I hope they do well. And bring home a trophy or two. I hope that the trophies are not BEER Glasses this time. Zachary is 12 and nearly has a dozen BEER Glasses. Boring!! Give the kids a trophy with a MOTORBIKE on it! Now that would be COOL.

Bronte is having a sleepover at her friends house. It is always loverrrrly and quiet when she is away. Should I feel bad saying that out loud?

Oh and I guess I should tell you that Zachary arrived home safe and sound from the MotoTrial camp.

He really enjoyed the riding,
the challenges,
being mentored by two of Australia's best riders,
falling off his bike,
breaking his handlebars,
getting dirty,
staying dirty,
eating toasted marshmallows.

Zachary...



Bronte...



Samuel...



Stan...



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