More Elocution Lessons

Fixit has joined my anti-bogan campaign. But oh man, he's given himself a tough assignment - he's correcting the mechanics at his work. Thankfully, Fixit is bigger, older and grumpier than his colleagues, otherwise he could well have ended up with his head flushed down the toilet.

The good news is that his co-worker Gordo now knows that "there's no R in off." Way to go, Fixit.

Apart from troying to eradicate bogan pronunciations from our general vicinity (and here I must add that although the Cherub took it upon himself to play Professor 'Enry 'Iggins to Craftymum, she actually speaks very nah-iiiicely indeed), we have also been busy this weekend with :

Pyjama Day at Climber's School

Playcentre fun at Next-door-girl's 4th birthday party,

and attending a Harry Potter themed birthday party. There were 25 little boys running around in Harry Potter costumes having a blast; playing wizard games like Quidditch World Cup Flying Relay Race, the Philosopher's Stone Treasure Hunt and Pin the Tail on the Dragon, before settling down to a Hogwarts Feast capped off by a Wizard's Castle cake! There was even a family friend being the Wizard Organiser, his monicker for the day was Professor Lobotomy Flicksnot. Fantastic fun.

Climber coming in to land.

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Finally, thankyou for the excellent comments re my tap student. It was incredibly helpful to have all that feedback and I feel much calmer. I have printed out CPR instructions to have by me! At this stage I am persevering with her, mostly because she is open about it, she is still seeing her doctor and because tap keeps her happy. Which is a good thing.

My weekend brought me ...

Anne with an "e"
Climber & I attended a brunch for my cousin's birthday, hosted by her sister at their amazing new share-house. It backs onto the river, has a resident sheep, beehive, chooks. Little jetty for canoeing, should you wish. Five bedrooms, a deck. I didn't think you could still get rentals like that. How's this for a backyard?

While I was there, my aunt gave me the full set of the Anne books (my birthday present). All new reading will be abandoned for the foreseeable future while I indulge in one of my favourite re-reads.

A blogmeet.

Braving the afternoon showers in Flagstaff Gardens in the CBD, nine intrepid bloggers eventually repaired to the Vic Market Food Court for shelter and coffee, but the chatting went on undaunted. I'd previously met Lazy Cow from Only Books All The Time, and have been a sometimes visitor to the blogs of Muppinstuff, Sooz and Clementine's Shoes. New to me were girlprinter, fripperee, really turning japanese and Miss Eagle, (who has also blogged about it). A great bunch of women to meet, not to mention a very sweet baby to cuddle, and a great way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.


An elocution lesson.
Climber is my posh child. He used to say "Dah-d" and he still says "Plahnt". Cherub is my bogan. I am waging a campaign on this. He says he's toy-erd, it's moyne, woy? He asks to taste my woyne. I say it's not woyne its wahiiiiiiiii-ne. He says he loykes it. I wasn't sure the campaign was progressing until Craftymum came over for knitting and woyne last night and told me Cherub had corrected her when she said the baby was tired. She's not toy-erd, she's tahiiiiiired, he said.

A prize

Arrived in the mail this morning, a very special quilt made by the talented Tracey, who celebrated 100 blog posts with a competition. As she says, a nice splash of pink to help me fight my corner in amongst the power tools and trainsets. And she also sent me a birthday card. How noyce is that?