Ok, I needed a title. G again, trying to update a sadly neglected blog.
Well, ok - we have been a bit stressed lately. And a lot of those reasons I can't really discuss in this entry.
But only three sleeps to go, before we get on a big plane and travel to Adelaide to watch this cyclist that mummy and daddy keep going on and on and on and on and on about. (Apparently they saw him in France four years ago and when they heard he was coming to Australia there were some very rapid transactions made on the credit card....)
I don't really see what the fuss is about. Yet.
As long as there is cake, Peppa Pig DVDs and cuddles I am usually fairly happy.
Other updates?
I have been sleeping in my own bed for the past 4 nights. Daddy is very happy with this but mummy keeps saying she can't sleep without me...
Aaaah. Its nice to know she cares
And that I have hand in this relationship - MWAH
I have been learning how to play cricket - although the bat keeps being taken off me when I inadvertently connect with some vital part of the parent unit's anatomy, or try and hit the ball towards the TV, or a glass of champoo (parental edit - Grayson's word for mummy and daddy's favourite beverage)
We have also been trying to cheer Nanny up a bit. I find that dancing around the room to my favourite song (edit - Metro Station's "Shake Shake" - sigh) usually does the trick. Today, Daddy tried to swap the music to a chill out album or Pink Floyd or something. DADDY!!!! You can't really dance to Pink Floyd!!!
See what I have to put up with?
Now, mummy is on call all weekend, so that means daddy and I need to pack for the tour down Under. What to wear??? When should I bring out the yellow shirt and livestrong armbands?
Decisions, decisions...
Sometimes it is hard being the Grayson
Friday, January 16
Friday, December 19
2008 for better or for worse
I have included some photos of our year to date to remind us what has happened. It has been a big year with good and some bad moments.
Thursday, December 18
To living life with no regrets
Hello, Grayson again - I think I need to blog something.
What I have learned today....
I really do look good in French couture.
A lot of people in my family had leaky eyes today.
I will sit still for a period of time - provided cookies are given at regular intervals.
White pieces of paper with writing on them don't taste very nice (mummy edit - order of service)
But, seriously. Today mummy and daddy told me we were going to say goodbye to Pa for the last time. They said he's not going to be around to chase after me when I want to run around the yard anymore. And he can't do that hearing aid trick with the funny noise or do round and round the gardens with one step, two step - TICKLE me under there (usually my armpit). The last time I saw him, mummy and I fixed his sore arm. (I thought we did an excellent job) Obviously it wasn't too sore as we ran around the back yard after and he told me perhaps it wasn't the best idea to jump in the big haystack as it would go everywhere and Uncle Ron would have to clean it up.
Today I sat down, listened to someone do lots of talking and then there was this funny music with everyone standing up and singing. This was a little different to the music mummy and daddy usually listen to...
I could see a picture of Pa - and he looked very happy.
Unlike the rest of the family around me.
After the talking and singing finished we went into another room where there was lots of cake. I quickly fueled up and then took Grandma Diana for a walk. Daddy joined us soon after.
Eventually we went home. Mummy opened a bottle of "Billy Cart" champagne for Pa (mummy edit - aka Billy) and the family raised their glasses "To living life with no regrets"
I think something really important happened today, but I'm not sure I really understand.
But if that is the last time I get to see Pa, then that's sad.
I'm going to miss him.
Grayson
What I have learned today....
I really do look good in French couture.
A lot of people in my family had leaky eyes today.
I will sit still for a period of time - provided cookies are given at regular intervals.
White pieces of paper with writing on them don't taste very nice (mummy edit - order of service)
But, seriously. Today mummy and daddy told me we were going to say goodbye to Pa for the last time. They said he's not going to be around to chase after me when I want to run around the yard anymore. And he can't do that hearing aid trick with the funny noise or do round and round the gardens with one step, two step - TICKLE me under there (usually my armpit). The last time I saw him, mummy and I fixed his sore arm. (I thought we did an excellent job) Obviously it wasn't too sore as we ran around the back yard after and he told me perhaps it wasn't the best idea to jump in the big haystack as it would go everywhere and Uncle Ron would have to clean it up.
Today I sat down, listened to someone do lots of talking and then there was this funny music with everyone standing up and singing. This was a little different to the music mummy and daddy usually listen to...
I could see a picture of Pa - and he looked very happy.
Unlike the rest of the family around me.
After the talking and singing finished we went into another room where there was lots of cake. I quickly fueled up and then took Grandma Diana for a walk. Daddy joined us soon after.
Eventually we went home. Mummy opened a bottle of "Billy Cart" champagne for Pa (mummy edit - aka Billy) and the family raised their glasses "To living life with no regrets"
I think something really important happened today, but I'm not sure I really understand.
But if that is the last time I get to see Pa, then that's sad.
I'm going to miss him.
Grayson
Saturday, December 13
Vale William Brash Malcolm 26/09/1922 - 13/12/2008
William Brash Malcolm, more simply known as Pa, died suddenly today. Grayson and I only saw him 5 days ago. Pa chased G around the back yard and looked the best he has looked for quite a while, thus today's news came as quite a shock. No more "round and round the gardens", no more triple kisses goodbye and no more hearing people tell him to slow down.
Pa always said he had no regrets about his life, and felt he had lived it to its fullest. Every Saturday night, he and Nan would go out to their local club, share a bottle of wine, play some poker machines and end up coming home later than their children (or grandchildren for that matter). Every day was a day to be lived and enjoyed.
His attitude towards life is one of the best memories I will have of him. I hope that I can live life a bit more by his rules, and pass this on to Grayson as he gets older.
Godspeed Pa. We love you.
Friday, November 21
Home owners again
Yes, the deed is done, the bottle of champagne (Gosset Celebris blanc de blancs - 4 vintages in one bottle - delicious!) is just about drunk and suddenly the realisation that we can reallly hammer things into walls without asking has taken a hold.
Egad!
But on a small rant point of view - settlement nearly DIDN'T take place as one of the groups of the bank people people nearly couldn't come as they had a steak lunch to go to.
Nice.
A bleeping STEAK LUNCH instead of doing something such as turning up a settlement (of which you had several weeks notice)????
To that nasty bank person who preferred partly cooked bovine to satisfying our dreams of being seriously in debt .....
GRRRRRRRR
Egad!
But on a small rant point of view - settlement nearly DIDN'T take place as one of the groups of the bank people people nearly couldn't come as they had a steak lunch to go to.
Nice.
A bleeping STEAK LUNCH instead of doing something such as turning up a settlement (of which you had several weeks notice)????
To that nasty bank person who preferred partly cooked bovine to satisfying our dreams of being seriously in debt .....
GRRRRRRRR
Thursday, November 20
A Perfect Storm
This is a tale of what happens when mummy and daddy have a free weekend off, and decide to go out on a big boat. With several of their friends. And a lot of cheese. But only one bottle of champagne....
(Don't worry, it gets a bit more exciting than not having enough champagne to drink!)
It was a beautiful sunny morning when we (4 families in 2 boats) set out for a day on the Broadwater. I was kitted out in the appropriate boating gear for an adventurous toddler who can't yet swim.... and even got to charter the boat for a bit. We stopped off South Stradbroke Island for a paddle and a jump in the waves, then hopped back into the big boat. Emma and Sarah tried to swim all the way back to the big boat with their mummy, but needed rescuing (or at least a pick me up) by their daddy as there was a bit of wash from some other big boats which made things a little tricky.
So there we all were. Sitting around the Riviera. Eating much cheese and bread with meat products and the occasional side serving of salad (BLECH! SALAD!!!!) when....
The mummies brought out CAKE!
Hurrah!
But then they brought out some fruit too....
BOO!
And told all the kids - no fruit, no cake!
How does a Grayson respond when told he needs to eat fruit before cake???
WAAAAAAAAH!
Just kidding - I pretended to have some fruit and instead quickly grabbed one of the cakes before anyone could stop me!
MWAH!
Suddenly, several of the mummy and daddy's mobile phones started to ring. I could only hear snippets of the conversation.
50 knot winds
Get back into the marina - NOW
There is black on the bom radar - we haven't seen that much black in years....
The seven kids were kept on the big boat and we were ushered downstairs with a Peppa Pig DVD and lifejackets in place. Two of the daddy's took the smaller boat and the rest stayed on the big boat, which went full throttle back to Sanctuary Cove.
I was getting a bit bored with Peppa (well, I do get to watch it at home) so I came upstairs to be with mummy and daddy. I got LOTS of snuggly mummy cuddles and saw lots of big dark clouds and bright flashes of light. Fortunately by the time the rain really started pelting down we were well up the river heading back to the cove. Everything was REALLY wet, but this just made it more interesting....
So to summarise the day - mummy and daddy went out on a big boat with a group of friends. Unfortunately they happened to pick a day when one of the biggest storms to hit South East QLD in years occurred. Fortunately we all arrived safely home. And still had a home to go to - unlike some of mummy's patients :(
(Don't worry, it gets a bit more exciting than not having enough champagne to drink!)
It was a beautiful sunny morning when we (4 families in 2 boats) set out for a day on the Broadwater. I was kitted out in the appropriate boating gear for an adventurous toddler who can't yet swim.... and even got to charter the boat for a bit. We stopped off South Stradbroke Island for a paddle and a jump in the waves, then hopped back into the big boat. Emma and Sarah tried to swim all the way back to the big boat with their mummy, but needed rescuing (or at least a pick me up) by their daddy as there was a bit of wash from some other big boats which made things a little tricky.
So there we all were. Sitting around the Riviera. Eating much cheese and bread with meat products and the occasional side serving of salad (BLECH! SALAD!!!!) when....
The mummies brought out CAKE!
Hurrah!
But then they brought out some fruit too....
BOO!
And told all the kids - no fruit, no cake!
How does a Grayson respond when told he needs to eat fruit before cake???
WAAAAAAAAH!
Just kidding - I pretended to have some fruit and instead quickly grabbed one of the cakes before anyone could stop me!
MWAH!
Suddenly, several of the mummy and daddy's mobile phones started to ring. I could only hear snippets of the conversation.
50 knot winds
Get back into the marina - NOW
There is black on the bom radar - we haven't seen that much black in years....
The seven kids were kept on the big boat and we were ushered downstairs with a Peppa Pig DVD and lifejackets in place. Two of the daddy's took the smaller boat and the rest stayed on the big boat, which went full throttle back to Sanctuary Cove.
I was getting a bit bored with Peppa (well, I do get to watch it at home) so I came upstairs to be with mummy and daddy. I got LOTS of snuggly mummy cuddles and saw lots of big dark clouds and bright flashes of light. Fortunately by the time the rain really started pelting down we were well up the river heading back to the cove. Everything was REALLY wet, but this just made it more interesting....
So to summarise the day - mummy and daddy went out on a big boat with a group of friends. Unfortunately they happened to pick a day when one of the biggest storms to hit South East QLD in years occurred. Fortunately we all arrived safely home. And still had a home to go to - unlike some of mummy's patients :(
Saturday, November 8
Fireman G
Well the mother unit keeps telling me I need to be careful around fires and all that sort of stuff. Now I have my own FIRETRUCK I can hopefully be USEFUL in the event of something nasty like that happening.
The firetruck was a late birthday present from Mama Diana but presents are always very much appreciated in the Grayson household. Presents or cake (or champagne - mummy and daddy edit) I am trying to set a new trend by wearing matching PJs!
Other news to tell? Well, it looks like mummy and daddy will have to rein in their champagne buying habits a little bit as we have bought the unit we have been renting for the last year and a half. Well, the contract is just about unconditional.
So what exactly does this mean for me?
Well, I finally get my name up on my room's door again, and my dotti stickers are up on the mirrored doors AND the parents are talking about converting the spare bedroom into my playroom so they can reclaim their lounge room again.
Yeah mum and dad - I love your optimism with that.
After all, Christmas is just around the corner - MWAH!
The firetruck was a late birthday present from Mama Diana but presents are always very much appreciated in the Grayson household. Presents or cake (or champagne - mummy and daddy edit) I am trying to set a new trend by wearing matching PJs!
Other news to tell? Well, it looks like mummy and daddy will have to rein in their champagne buying habits a little bit as we have bought the unit we have been renting for the last year and a half. Well, the contract is just about unconditional.
So what exactly does this mean for me?
Well, I finally get my name up on my room's door again, and my dotti stickers are up on the mirrored doors AND the parents are talking about converting the spare bedroom into my playroom so they can reclaim their lounge room again.
Yeah mum and dad - I love your optimism with that.
After all, Christmas is just around the corner - MWAH!
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