I know this post is a little late for Fathers Day but it’s the craft that I wanted to share. This years fathers day the boys opt to do all things home made and hand crafted. With a joint list of all things Mr loves we got creative. Ribbons and jars, baskets and moulds, we began making both small and large tool shaped chocolates which we put in Misters new mini tool box. The boys who are all chocoholics loved this most for obvious reasons and they all got to have a bowl to lick clean. Even the chocolate labels we made by hand – each label had a word written on that comes to mind when we think of our special ‘Dad’. Personalised jars filled with nuts, candy and dried fruits. Biltong aka beef jerky went down well although secretly I added an extra bag of chilli biltong so Mr could enjoy some to himself before the children attacked the rest. Rock Candy was Austins special touch. We bought the latest release dvd – Courageous, which is about fatherhood but I won’t go into detail there – get the movie rather and enjoy. I have to laugh though as I had a box of Turkish Delight next to Mr bed as it’s his absolute favourite but our dog Toby ravished the entire box while we were out for breakfast. Toby sure is his daddy’s boy.
Crafting together with my boys was more rewarding than any mall purchased gift. We had fun creating and bonding as we went along. It’s such moments that create lasting memories and maintain that special bond a family shares. Hope your fathers day was super special too. I never grew up with a father but my grandfather was my hero, a gentleman till his dying day and an example to me of what all men should be. His shoes are huge to fill but his is the example I grew up respecting. I miss you Granddad so so very much, a man above men. Love always – your little Sunshine.
Fathers Day home made crafts.
Big Boy Mac
It’s fun being the eldest I constantly tell my big boy, Austin. And I start with the list of all things first – first to get your license, first to celebrate the big milestones like your 13th, 16th, 18th and 21st. You enjoyed a whole eight years and some of being the only child, never having to share mom, dad or your toys. Most of all though, I say being a big brother is the most awesome of titles. Being my first-born enduring a bumpy ride since conception – our bond is a tight one. Yes, like any mom to a new teen, not all is smooth sailing. We clash at times when the boundary between parent and friend are blurred. Although we have a very relaxed style of parenting and allow for much freedom of expression, there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do to protect or defend my sons regardless of the situation. That is after all a mothers natural instinct.
My teen really lashed out at me last year angry at my pregnancy and how he felt a new baby would impact upon his life. His biggest concern was the time alone with his parents. Austin thrives on his one on one time with us, “like the old days mom when it was just you and me” Needless to say I had a difficult pregnancy over and above this. When my hubby brought Austin to the hospital to meet his baby brother, right there in that beautiful moment – their bond was sealed. Austin is so protective and so in love with Ethan. He is a fantastic big brother often saying “mom, i love him so much can’t i have him” LOL. However the buck stops at those poo nappies and I’m okay with that. As for our relationship, things are back on track but we still bump heads on some teen issues. Children just don’t come with a manual, it’s a journey through life we share as we walk through the years. Love you Austie, gazillions over xxx
via PicsArt Photo Studio
My boys, how blessed am I.
Being a proud mother raising three gorgeous sons and one very funny, young at heart husband, I guess it’s safe to say I am by far … out numbered. As my hubby puts it – There is after-all only space for one princess in this house. However being the only princess does have it’s downfalls.
I chuckle almost daily as I dash through the mornings household chores which occasionally reveal just how much of a ‘boys’ home our house actually is. I find myself thinking out aloud as I note the things guys just don’t do. Here is a short list of the most common of these giveaways.
- Empty water jug in the fridge – I mean, when you have used the last of the water, what possesses these mars creatures to simply slip it back in the fridge door EMPTY.
- Loo paper – we have all had the ‘Mommmmmm, please bring me some toilet paper’ call. Why when you finished the roll did you not replace it? It’s unheard of that a mars creature actually carry out such a task.
- The empty water jug rings true of the milk carton too. How an empty carton can’t make it to the bin all of 3 steps to the side still baffles me. I’ve learnt not to be presumptuous when it comes to sight.
- The grocery cupboard is no different with empty cereal boxes and the likes.
- Yes, that black stuff on the kitchen towel is grease. Working on their bicycles or helping dad in the garage always leaves a fingerprint trail.
- There is no such thing as a lid. Not on the toothpaste, jam jar or butter. Frankly if it’s not a flip top – it gets lost, dropped or forgotten.
- What do you mean eat over a plate? ‘but mom, it means less dishes in the wash up’
- No matter how many lessons on how to load or unpack the dishwasher – everyone seems to have amnesia the next day.
- When there is a new bottle of sauce, regardless of how much is left of the unfinished bottle – it’s old now and ‘finished’ The only way around this is to either hide the new bottle or wait until the existing bottle is completely finished before the replacement makes it’s way on the shopping list. This is especially true of tomato sauce & mayonnaise.
This list for any mom with sons could go on and on but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I treasure these days for I know they will pass and faster than I care to take the time to admit. Knowing that there is always something to wake up to – everyday is a new day, so use the blessings of time to create new memories and strengthen family bonds.
Happy Belated Mothers Day to all the wonderful mothers of the world. I never really did grasp the term ‘A mothers job is never done’ until I became a mother myself.