Double take

I read one of Deepak Chopra's books not so long ago, called Synchrodestiny. In a nutshell, it's all about seeing "the universe's meaning" in coincidences and the like. I wouldn't normally pick up a book like this, but I spied it at the library and thought I'd give it a whirl.

I reckon it's an interesting premise.

I only mention this book because last week while I was making dinner my daughter grabbed a head of broccoli and started munching away. She did it long enough for me to grab the camera and snap this shot:



The reason I ran to get the camera was that I'd taken a shot of my son sitting in the very same spot, doing this very thing at this very age...



I have to admit I was a little spooked!

OK Universe, so what does it all mean?!!...

Young at 90...

Our school turns 90 this week. And in honour of this milestone all the stage-one (little) kids had to dress up today as either a 1920s or 1890s school student. They looked fabulous! Everyone had a bit of fun raiding the local secondhand stores for olde get-up. This is how E went to school:





It was not too hard to pull this one together: cap, $1, Vinnies Summer Hill; Shirt, $3, Marrickville secondhand store; waistcoat $1, Vinnies Summer Hill; (Scout!) shorts, $2, Vinnies Summer Hill; lace-up Clarkes shoes (a most excellent find), $4, Marrickville.

Tomorrow everyone has been asked to contribute to a cake decorating display. I must admit I thought this may be a bit of an ask on top of the dress-ups ... but I gave it a go and tomorrow E will take his cake to school to put in with the others.

So here's the school emblem, ripped from the corner of our newsletter:



Here's my 'emblem' cake, rendered in licorice.



A little wonky but I must confess to being quite proud of that effort!

Two and a half

Someone has turned two and a half.

I think this particular age is a challenging one. I'm not talking so much about the crazy obsessions (lord help me if I cut her sandwich into triangles and she wanted squares) and public meltdowns, but the letting go of the 'babyness'.

Emerging from this sweet little head is such a force of personality that it knocks me off my feet sometimes.

I find (mostly) that I can't get enough of her deliciousness. But then when the 'No! Mummy do it!' gets rolled out for the 100th time in a day, well... yes, it's challenging.

But this moment in time, the sweetness, the comprehension, the blossoming... ah, I'm so privileged to be a part of it.

What a girl!