Boys will be boys...

Hayden got one up on me today.

Monday is swim lesson day. We wear our swimming togs to the pool. I asked him to grab his clothes so that he had dry clothes to change into afterwards.

He didn't, so neither did I.

After his lesson, I wrapped the towel around him and told him to sit there and 'air dry' seeing as he didn't bring his clothes. I jumped into the pool for Jemima's lesson.

At the end of the lesson, one of the other mothers nudges me in Haydens direction and laughs.

There is my lil man, stretched out in the sun, towel over his face and his hands were *ahem* otherwise entertained.

Such a boy.

Out of the mouths of babes....

Living with a 4.5yo male is fun. He is a law unto himself.

He got out of bed with the decision that he didn't want to live here anymore. He wants to go and live at Nanny's.

There was no getting through to him that this was his home and we were his parents.

So I let him pack.

He comes out all ready and dressed for his new life at Nanny's.

Only one issue... how was he going to get there? He's not old enough to drive, he doesn't know how to call nanny on the telephone and he can't even get out of the house due to childproofing and locked screens. And seeing as he didn't live here anymore, Rory and I mentioned that we weren't obligated to do any of those things for him.

He then decided that staying here for a few more years wouldn't be so bad.

Out of the mouths of babes....

Hayden is in a confused state at the moment.

This morning, he stated "Pa died and went to heaven".

He now thinks that heaven is a big hospital that the doctors will fix Pa and send him back.

If only it was that easy.

We all miss you Pa.

Thank you !

I've already been receiving lots of positive feedback about this blog and what it stands for.

Thanks for taking an interest and helping me stay on track to reach the goal.

Details for sponsorship will be posted as soon as I know anything.

Had a random thought tonight.... I've put my name down to do a 4km run as part of a corporate triathlon in April 2009.... maybe i'll do a better time with the streamlined scalp!

May his memory live on...

Nope, not going to be a soppy post.... you'll get enough of those from me.

This is going to be about the funny things that Graham did.

Falling out of a tree, getting bogged in a drought, falling into a fire (ok, not funny at the time, but comedy is tragedy plus time) where just some of the hi-jinx he found himself in.

The one that brings a smile to my face is the time that he lost our son Hayden.

He may beg to differ on the humour in the situation, but its a classic Gwahm moment.

Graham was babysitting Hayden whilst Rory and I were both at work. Hayden would have been about 16 months at the time.

After doing some cleaning, Graham decided to put Hayden down for a nap. Great idea, however finding Hayden was the problem. He wasn't in any of the usual places that you would find a young child.

Graham's heart started sinking. He lived on acreage with a waterway flowing alongside. Not exactly child friendly. On the other side was a major roadway, again, not child friendly. Which way would Hayden have headed first?

He raced down to the stream... no Hayden
He then raced to the major road... no Hayden

Thought was "What if someone has taken him?"

Cue racing back to the house to call us/the police/anyone

Grabbing the phone and going to sit on the couch, his eyes noticed something. Sticking out from behind the couch were 2 little feet... about 16 months old and attached to a gently snoring cherub.

Someone needed a good liedown after that... and it wasn't Hayden

And so it begins....

My application has been sent for the 2009 "Shave for a cure". No backing out now.


Little bit of background:

I'm Elle. Married to Rory with 3 beautiful children: Hayden (4), Aurora (3) and Jemima (1). We live just outside of Brisbane, Australia and share our house with a menagerie of animals.

In March 2008, we were devestated to find out that Rory's father had been diagnosed with secondary lung cancer. Graham went into hospital on his wife's 60th birthday in late May and passed away less than 2 weeks afterwards.

I wish that Graham could still be alive to see me complete this shave for a cure.

I wish that Graham could still be alive to play with his grandchildren.

I wish that I can raise enough money to prevent another family from losing someone special too soon.

Please come along my journey with me.

I am nervous about doing this, but its hair. I have a choice to lose it..... millions don't.