Meaninless Meandering from a Madmother: boys

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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Supanova Gold Coast 2012

If you recognise anyone in these photos, please comment so I can add their names to the credits.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Weekend Grateful: Boys, LAN Parties and Friends

In case you are wondering I live in a house of geeks. Otherwise known as nerds, or maybe comparable to living in a younger household of Big Bang Theoreticists.

Last night, at our house, we had nine boys with laptops for the second monthly L.A.N. Minecraft party. It was meant to be twelve but a few had last minutes disasters which prevented them attending. So, not only did I have a T.A.R.D.I.S. and the fourth doctor in scarecrow form out front of our long driveway, but also a house full of boys madly sitting building a server world. Local Area Network party. Seriously hilarious.

Geeks I tell ya! GEEKS!

But gorgeous ones, every single one of them.

So very grateful for friends, for all of us.

Funny, I thought it would be a few more years before this...

Monday, May 30, 2011

Snowtime in Queensland... Sorta.

We've just had a hailstorm up here. Twenty minutes of hail thrashing down, surrounding our house, bombarding our yard.

The end result? Snow emulation!

See for yourself:

Well? Close enough, eh?

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The Reasons I Am - Happy Mother's Day!

Boy 1 & Boy 2

Boy 2

Boy 1

Brothers - Jan 2011

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Thankful Thursday

Thank you for the joy of holidays, and two boys happy and relaxed!

Good one!

Watch out!

It was THIS big!

FZZZZZZZZZZzzzz...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

The Second Son

I have been asked many times: "Don't you have two boys?" It must seem to many that all my focus is on my oldest and his journey in the autism spectrum as I write about him so often. For days now, I have been trying to write this post about Boy 2, but I seem to get nowhere. Time and time again I have come back, but cannot find the phrases to do him justice.

How do I describe my second son? It is not an easy task to explain the complexities which make up my wonder child.

The Gods were generous when it came to my second son. Boy 2 is a child of true physical beauty, and many have been captivated by his long-lashed turquoise eyes, cheeky dimples and those luscious lips. Not to mention the cleft in his chin. His gorgeous looks also mean he has been allowed to get away with an awful lot in his short life.
From his earliest forays into the school world his teachers allowed themselves to be dazzled. I grew sick of hearing "Look at him, how could you chastise him, he is too cute..." when he had committed some atrocity (luckily usually minor).

Boy 2 both baffles and battles the teachers, and I freely admit can be quite a challenge to handle. But they all acknowledge the wealth of abilities my last born possesses. The school dance teacher pulled me aside many years back to tell me he had the most natural ability she had ever seen in her many years of dance, both professional and at the school. Oh, and that he needed to start lessons somewhere, anywhere. He refused. He point blank won't dance in front of any people other than his family, terrified he may be teased. Yet when So You Think You Can Dance is on he can mimic the moves so brilliantly...

Mind you, the very parts I adore - his dazzling mind, incredibly quick wit and smart mouth - are also what get him into the most trouble (just like his mother). Last week his teacher told me how, when he was caught mucking up and was in trouble, he responded with: "Well, I am going to tell my MOTHER about this, and she WILL deal with you!" Luckily she was as amused as I was, and knew me well enough to know he was bluffing.

His intelligence and ability to grasp complex concepts means he has the potential to achieve so much. His concern over what others think of him and trying to fit in means he could so easily choose the wrong path. I worry more over him than I ever do about Boy 1. He breaks my heart at times with his adult mind in a young man's body. With the way his life weighs on him. After all, he bears witness to the brother he loves in the depths of despair. I think the dark side of Boy 1 is what has moulded Boy 2 into the class comedian. Wouldn't you learn how to make people laugh when a brother's tears are breaking your little heart?

Boy 2 loves to tell people he looks like his Dad, but is just like his Mum on the inside. A mini-me. I think he once overheard me telling an old mate of mine the same thing. He hadn't seen Boy 2 since he nearly three and was curious about my little man. Luckily Boy 2 could not hear the phone reply. Two minutes of dead silence after my "He's me in a boy's body", followed by a shell-shocked "Oh... FUCK!"

I guess words now fail me because I understand him too well. I almost know what he is thinking before he does, and how hard he can make this life if he is not careful. Of course I do, after all he is me...just in a small boy's body.

Friday, September 18, 2009

I need to brag.

Ah, my boys, my wonderful boys. Last Wednesday was the school talent quest. 40 acts auditioned. 20 were chosen. 5 were in the drama/poetry/skit section. My boys performed a skit which contained EVERY TEACHER'S SURNAME in the school. It blossomed from an idea son no. 2 had whilst playing outside. With help from me, it bloomed into a slapstick comedy as follows (teacher's names in bold).

The Boys – A Play. Presented By Kool Productions
Boy 1 walks in limping, scratching and itching, looking unhappy. Boy 2 bounces in happily.
Boy 1: “Hello Barnard.”
Boy 2: “Hi Thomas! Watson today?”
Boy 1: “Not much, just tripped over an Antill. Mum says I should
Harden up, but these bites really sting. Makes me feel a bit green in the Gill!”
Boy 2: “I have a bandaid here, let me help. There, that’s a bit Cozier, isn’t it?”
Boy 1: “Knew I Lieked you for a reason. You have a big Harte. Oh no,now I’m going to sneeze… Ah – ah – Joosep!”
Boy 2: “Bless you. Got a bit of a cold? Must be from that Duncan
you took yesterday when you slipped on the Brox tom. I Todd you they were slippery. You were always Fuller it tom.”
Boy 1: “Yeah, I should have listened. Your Artz always in the right place.
So, how’s the bird watching going? Smithed out any rare ones yet?”
Boy 2: “Saw a Flock art west the othZahday. You know, you go down MacFar Lane! Oh, Sullivan, that’s Mum screaming for me. I can Kelly hear her. Better run. See you tomorrow at school, we Shul team up at sport!”
Boy 1: “Sounds good. See ya!”
THE END.

Now, it was rehearsed a few times at home, but on the day in front of over 250 parents and schoolkids one managed to become quite nervous, and although the judges could hear him, most up the back couldn't. The other performed the best slapstick the school has seen in a long time, luckily compensating for the nervousness of the other.

Hilariously (you should have seen the jaws drop, and the looks of amazement), it was not my confident, self-assured second son who shone. It was my oldest ASD son who floored the whole audience (bar his Mum up the back who knows exactly what he is capable of). And yes, they won! Even defeating the drama students! Woohoo - go the N brothers!