The green eyed monster...

...emerged in Georgie today. When I dropped her off at childcare, she was very disappointed to discover that her special friend, Bobby, was not there. A few minutes later, her eyes narrowed as she noticed one of the other girls in her toddler class. "That's Sunday," she said. "She loves Bobby. _I_ love Bobby". I responded that it was great that Bobby was so well loved. "No, I WANT him", she shot back, giving Sunday a withering look. Goodness, it was like a scene from Days of our Lives, played out right there in the 2 year old room.

I have to say, Georgie's a pretty determined young person -- I don't like Sunday's chances.

"He not busy, cos he not a mummy"

This was Georgie's response when I asked her whether her favorite stuffed animal was busy. I guess I am a busy mummy, as was evident when I recently had 4 weeks of swine flu related illness and had to drop most things. And it must be showing -- the other day I asked Owen how old I was, and he said "80". And today he called me an old lady. Sigh. (We're working on his manners).

We're all doing well, kids are getting huge, and generally have far too much energy. The pictures below show them doing their favourite chicken dance on one of our out-of-town excursions (which Marc describes as our "see the State before it burns" campaign).

Owen starts his orientation for school next week -- incredible to think he's at that stage. (His teacher gave him a positive and perceptive report, though we were amused by her comment that "Owen can get quite upset when he doesn't get what he wants". Oh yes indeed). But he's apparently a loving, helpful and inclusive member of his preschool class, and we're very proud of him.