mickey stories; chapter ten

I have a small friend called Mickey.  In another time on this planet, say for example, the time of Mark Twain and his roustabout boys on the river, Mickey would have fitted right in - fishin' and trickin' other kids and runnin' around with bare feet.

But Mickey lives in Brisbane in 2011.  With all the expectations of the high-falutin' digital age upon him.

This story is from when Mickey was about four and he had a fierce sense of protectiveness.

Mickey's mum came down to the car one morning to find the front seat of the car smeared and covered in a mixture of food colouring, oil, blueberries and other things from the fridge.  When captured and questioned about what had happened in the car Mickey replied in his defensive statement,
"It was so burglers didn't steal our car".

Good thinkin' Huckleberry.

new nephew

There is nothing like the smell of a newborn.  Not sure what it is - but their little heads are all fresh and soft.  And the potential.  It is like holding an acorn.

My little nephew was born this week on Valentine's day.  I have already succeeded as an aunty - I have changed him (not personality or spirituality just a nappy), burped him, held him and put him to sleep.  Da daaaaaa.  I hope my sister goes well with two little ones.  I am not sure I really remember 2003 which is when I had a two year old and a baby.  I remember people asking 'how is the baby' a lot, to which I would answer 'the baby is fine.  However, the two year old is walking on VERY THIN ICE.'

My new nephew 5 hours old

After some aunty love a couple of days later

I think he may have made me feel a bit clucky.  I took the girls to go and look at puppies yesterday and we cuddled all these cute little pups.  Slightly more hairy than my nephew though.

library show done and dusted

This post is a little delayed.  But that's okay.

I did seven library shows in the council libraries during January - only three were interupted by the floods.  And one library went completely under water so there was no puppet show there!  It was a great experience -  I enjoyed working with Wayne over a couple of weeks so we could get a rhythm going and also have the show pretty slick.  I continued to make mistakes right until the last show - script mistakes, timing mistakes - but it seemed to work out.  It was very fun being a puppeteer and being paid for what I love to do.  My skills are improving.  And the kids laughed and laughed which is good.  It was interesting seeing the different audiences in the different libraries  - eg Chermside library had a huge crowd of primary aged kids in a separate meeting room, whereas Nundah library had a small but enthusiastic crowd of under five year olds.

Some pictures!

Wayne (Domino) in front of the set - the show was about recyling hence the huge bins (which were handy to store props and naughty jesters)

Dizzy waving hello to someone - probably her fan base.  She gets the crowds!

Wayne and I - yay the show is finished and we can go get a caramel milkshake

Having a quick chat to Margaret - she went extremely well in her inaugural performance

Some kids that kept hanging around so I used them mercilessly as roadies.  That'll teach 'em.  They now know how to bump out a puppet box.

Hope there are more library shows in the future - but the council budget may have more important things to do like fix the flooded libraries for the shows to be in.

ten

I have been procrastinating writing this post because I have recently got a  new computer (yay) but it has taken ages to transfer all my information from the old one.  And I still haven't worked out how to put photos on from my camera.  Which is important because I had photos of when someone turned ten this week!  She had a book-worm cake.  Being a book-worm and all.

My oldest daughter is now in double digits.

How did that happen?

She was tiny.  Talkative but tiny.  Demanding and exciting and creative and my first and tantruming and engaging and cuddly and stomping and tiny.

Now she is lanky and ten.  She is so creative - her brain is away in a far off place thinking and dreaming.  She is so people focused and feels the nuances and ripples of dynamics in a group like she is swimming through them.  She is such a deep thinker and ponders her Creater carefully and wonderfully.  She shares my love of musicals (we went to Wicked last night AWESOME) and she is beautiful.

What a gift.  And already I feel her growing and looking forward and slipping towards the woman she will be.  How exciting.

And how old I feel.