Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boys. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 December 2012

How hard can it be.....

....to get a photo of the boys all together for our Christmas card?


The first few were too dark...





...and Ally was in a silly mood










...which was a bit contagious....










When I got the lighting right, Ally wasn't for sitting still....

















...and then nor would anyone else...






..and then everyone got really silly!












Still, out of all of these fun shots I did get one that was not too dark, too fuzzy or too silly!



Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Co-la-breith sona!

'Do not regret growing older, it is a privilege denied to many'

I don't remember who wrote this, but it's a phrase I whole-heartedly agree with as I turn another year older.


We celebrated by going out for lunch to Pizza Express, where the wee man was kept entertained with some colouring in. 






When we walked out of the Pizza restaurant, what did we find next door, but oh joy of joys, a French Patisserie!

We just had to go in, it was my birthday after all.

And the perfect excuse to have a slice of double chocolate gateaux large enough to feed a small nation. I don't think this photo does justice to the full scale of the cake - it was HUGE!









Later on in the afternoon the boys banished me from the kitchen so that they could make a birthday cake. Calum (9) had remembered the recipe since I taught him how to make a sponge cake in the summer. James (12) took charge of colouring the sugarpaste and other decorative touches. David (6) helped them both.

When everything was ready, they set up a birthday tea for me.










The cake was so pretty!






Calum had coloured the inside pink and purple.








'Co-la-breith sona mamaidh!' I'm sure you can work out that one!





Tuesday, 2 August 2011

More woodworking projects..

After the success of building a den at my parents' house last week, the boys had plans for some wood they found in the shed at the weekend.

Whilst I took the opportunity to clean out the kitchen cupboards while they were in their empty post-holiday state, and before I did the shopping to fill them up again, the boys and daddy set to work.

They needed a saw, a drill, a sander, and some other odds and ends.

And here are the finished results.

Firstly they wanted to demonstrate their Roman 'Tortoise' defensive position.




And here they are with their own shields. 

James and Calum made the two Captain America ones, David made the big Roman one. David found his shield too heavy to carry though and so Calum gave him his smaller one and took the bigger one instead.


Now I just need to get them working on those three loose planks in the back fence behind them!

Oh, and thanks for the lovely Congratulations messages on our Anniversary too. Did anyone notice that I was wearing my wedding pearls in the up-to-date photo too? I forgot to mention that. They were my wedding present from my husband and are still probably my most favourite piece of jewellery he has given me.

Monday, 4 April 2011

Mother's Day

Being the only girl in a houseful of boys means that on special days you are treated like the only princess in the house, which you are!

On Friday afternoon I was forbidden to enter one of the bedrooms as the boys were busy up there making something.

That something was this little treasure chest for Mother's Day (which in the UK, was celebrated yesterday).



It was made from an empty tea-bag box, covered in fabric scraps and then filled with love-heart sweeties and some promise slips. The sweeties had been collected over the last few weeks. Every Monday the oldest three boys go to Monday Club at church. At the end of Monday Club they get a little bag with a handful of sweeties in it. Often there are love-heart sweeties in there, and for the last few weeks the boys have been keeping back these ones and making a little collection of them for the treasure chest!




I haven't cashed in any of my tokens yet, but I'm looking forward to my '20 minutes peace and quiet' or 'help in the kitchen' or even 'looking after Ally for an hour'!


They also gave me these fridge-magnet flowers that they had made at Monday Club. There was even one with a photo of Alasdair. Since we have an integrated fridge in our kitchen then we can't hang magnets on it so I have them on the bread-maker instead.





Another present was a little collection of Playmobil and Lego (what else?) figures to represent my roles. These are quite funny.


There are, from left to right: a mum, a cook (a medieval one with a rather fetching corset!), a tennis player (no, I'm not sure why she's there either. James said it was because she was sporty like me, but don't believe that for a minute!), an ice-skater ('because you used to ice skate lots when you were younger' - I did), a secret agent (??) and a police lady (perhaps because I spent half my life trying to keep the peace?)

There was also a lovely bunch of flowers and some hand-made cards, breakfast in bed, and Sunday dinner was cooked by the boys and my beloved.

A very special mother's day from some very special boys.

And, finally, Alasdair's skin is sooo much better. I couldn't get a clear shot of his worst hand as he won't keep still for me, but even though it's blurry you can still see the improvement. His body is clearing up nicely too, as is his face. I have only been using steroid cream on his hands so the flare up on his body was obviously down to the infection.




Gaelic word of the day:
màthair (maaa-hair) - mother



Mod results in tomorrow's post. The Mod, for those who were asking, is a Gaelic music/arts competition.

Monday, 14 March 2011

Decisions, decisions........



A couple of weeks ago it was school photo day and today the boys came home with the proofs for us to choose which we want to order.

Let me apologise now for the quality of the following photos, as they are only scans of the little proofs!


I don't usually buy the individual photos of each of the boys, for the simple reason that it would just work out too expensive.



Calum's are both very good this year though. I love his new glasses that he chose about a month ago.

If I were choosing one of these I think it would be (a)








I will probably get David's individual photo as it is his first year at school, and I bought James and Calum's first ones too.

Normally they get sent home with two, maybe three, slightly different proofs each for you to choose from but David was given ten!!!!!

Perhaps it's just because they weren't sure which captured that mischievous little smile the best!

I'm veering towards (a) again here, although I'm swithering betweent that and (b)








The photo I always choose is the one of all of them, and I know which I am going to pick no problem here, it's (b)

Alasdair, being his usual shy self, took fright when I sat him on James' knee and the photographer lady started  speaking to him!



Please also note in the photo above how neat James' tie is, as this was taken first thing in the morning.


Compare that tie to the photo below.

Obviously the school photograph the younger children first, in the hope that perhaps the older ones can remain neater for longer.

Perhaps not.




Thankfully, I think a schoolboy is more authentic with a squinty tie and his shirt half hanging out!


Gaelic word of the day:
dealbh (jalav) - photo or picture
dealbh chluich (jalav chl-ooyee) - a play

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Wednesday, 6 October 2010

Bringing up boys

Anyone who has ever scrolled down to the very bottom of my blog will have noticed my little bookshelf down there. These are books that I have either recently read or am currently reading. I plan, one day, to give a wee review of what I've liked about these books, and any others I read. Today though, I thought I'd just mention one of them as it deals with stuff I face every day in my houseful of boys!

That book is, Bringing up Boys by Dr James Dobson.

I'm not going to review the whole book in this post, just mention a couple of things that have stuck with me.

For example, I have noticed with each of my boys that they seem to take longer to begin talking than girls the same age. I'd kind of thought this might be partly due to the fact that they are learning two languages. I speak Gaelic to them all the time and my husband speaks English. Because I am with them all day, they obviously begin speaking Gaelic before their English comes on. Interestingly enough, from the time they start trying to talk, they know the difference between the two languages and which is being spoken to them. They rarely mix up the words of each and they have already made the language association between people. They would, from the beginning, speak Gaelic to my parents and English to my in-laws.

Anyway, I seem to be digressing here slightly! In his book, Dobson claims that there is a biological reason for boys speaking later than girls. It's connected to which part of the brain controls speech. In females it is on both sides, in males only on the one. This is also why, apparently, men often take longer to regain speech after a stroke.

Here's another thing. In our house, if I leave a basket of ironing on the stairs to be taken up later, you can guarantee that each and every boy in this house will walk right past that basket without picking it up. The same goes for if the ironing has been placed in the boy's room. It won't make it into the drawers until that boy is asked to do so. I've spoken to my brother's wife about this (a mum of 3 boys) and the same rings true in her house. Dobson says that this is not because the boy is lazy but simply because that is just not the way a boy thinks. It's not a priority to him (this goes for big fully grown boys too!) the same way it is for a woman. I found this quite reassuring!

And girls are so much more emotional!! My goodness! David (4) had a friend here playing with him the other day and I heard her crying from the kitchen. I came through, expecting some harm to have befallen her, and it turned out David had put some blocks on Alasdair's lorry that she had wanted to do! If David had been in that position with one of his brothers he would probably just have jumped on him (which I know is not the way to solve anything, but is an example of how differently they react to things!)

One final thing to mention just now, and I had a prime example of this last night, is that when a boy is engrossed in something and you are asking him to do something, it might seem like he is acknowledging you, but it's just not going in there. Last night as Calum was building some Lego creation, I asked him to put some stuff in the bin when he was done. Later when he was done with his Lego, the stuff was still on the floor. Dobson says that what I should have done was touch him on the shoulder and get his full attention first, then give the directions.

These are just a couple of little things, but I found them really interesting. We hear so much about how boys and girls are the same when they are so obviously not! I want to let my boys be boys and grow up to be strong men. Not the weak men that feminists would have them be.

I'm not saying that I'll bring them up to think that women are only here to look after them, far from it. I'll make sure they know how to pull their weight, iron their own shirts, cook dinner for their wives when needed etc. I'm just saying that boys and girls were created quite differently and we shouldn't expect them both to be the same.

Gaelic word of the day:
balach (as it looks, just remember the ch!) - boy