Plodding Along

Hi Y'all,
Hows it going in your necks of the woods? Broken Hill is going just smashingly for me and my family.
The boys are loving thier environments (school, pre-school, home etc).
I have almost settled into my new house. Ben brings stuff over for me every other day, so slowly building up each bedroom with our belongings.
Work is going ok. I got the results from my phsycology test the other day and i was very pleased with my rankings, scores, comments etc.
Nothing much else to report for me.
I hope everyone is doing fine - happy, healthy, smiling!
Talk soon,
Jes

Baby's Big Day Out

Happy Mother's Day all you Yummy Mummy's out there!

I nearly had a tragic Mother's day, it was however a very thankful Mother's Day.

Riley slipped out the front door on Saturday afternoon. We only moved into the new place on Friday night! Mum and Nan were visiting and Ben came in and said "where's Riley"? We all started looking for him and we went out the front, looked left and right, then back inside for more searching. Back out the front a couple of times then Ben decided to head down the street for a look. I saw a young girl across the road (out front of hospital) and i saw her pointing. We yelled out to them and asked what she was pointing at and she motioned a little kid. So, i bolted (in the opposite direction to Ben) and got to the corner. I looked back at the girl and threw my hands in the air (like "where now"???) she pointed and i ran. I was running down the road yelling out to Riley and all the while thinking "he wouldnt run off - he is probably at home - holy crap where is he" then in the distance i saw a little boy in a red shirt standing on the corner of Williams street. Note to non-Broken Hill goers, Williams street is the major truck route. So I yelled out again and he heard me and started running back to me. We ran towards each other with arms open. I started crying and carried him back to our corner when a worried Lewis, Ben, Grandmother and Great Grandmother were anxiously waiting.

I was beside myself really. Later that afternoon Ben was visiting a mate and i was drinking a coffee and the boys were playing in the sandpit with the dog. I was sitting down watching them and i couldnt stop crying. I am so thankful that the little girl pointed me in the write direction, i am thankful that Ben asked "where's Riley" and i am just thankful that my little babe is ok.

I dont like to think about "What if's" but sometimes you cant help it. God love me, I am all teary again.

God bless my little boys.

The boys at the park the other day.

Lewis in his school uniform.

Happy 30th Ben for last month! Here is the cake I got him. That plaque was made completely of chocolate (yummy).

Everyone (including his Mum, Dad and family forgot his birthday). He feld sad enough for turning 30, and not a single phone call. Poor thing. Hope the birthday cake made up for it. Me and the kids remembered of course!