Confirmation Ceremony

We attended Kit's confirmation service and first communion at St Marks this morning, and it was a truly blessed day. Kit was amazing, he spoke so well and had no nerves at all as far as I could tell. I will admit to a few tears as he said his creed and knelt for the blessing....the last time he was the centre of attention at church was at his christening!! It makes me so proud to look at Kit and see how he has grown from the baby I held in my arms at his Christening into the exceptional young man who knelt at the altar this morning. Love you son xox

Confirmation

Tomorrow Kit will be confirmed and will take his first communion. He's not terribly impressed as I am forcing him to wear a collared shirt and a tie, but I figure after attending church in jeans and a t shirt since he was out of nappies, God will appreciate the effort. In the spirit of which, I conned my family into dressing up and posing for pix today, because chances are by the time I've photographed him with grandparents, godparents and assorted rellies tomorrow, my chances of getting some nice shots of us as a family will be slim to none. Don't we all look swish?? All I need now is a group shot, which I'm hoping some good samaritan will volunteer to take at the church tomorrow. Wish me luck.

Music Man...

Tuesday night was the All Groups Concert at Cav Rd. Kit plays in the Concert Band and the Stage Band, so we got to see him perform twice and it was just amazing.
I love seeing him perform, 'cos I'm a total stage mother, lol, but apart from the bragging rights, it's always a big thrill to watch him get up and do his thing, it just shows how far he's come.

So here he is in his band uniform, cleverly containing his excitment at having his picture taken.


Performing in the Concert Band. He's happier now, 'cos the auditorium's dark and he can't see me with the camera, heehee.

Brag on, mama.

The Way It REALLY Happened.....

as told to yours truly by #2 son, aged nine.

ABEL TASMAN

Abel Tasman came from Dutch to discover New Holland in 1969. Only he couldn't find it, so he discovered Tasmania instead. And it wasn't joined to Australia. Which he named Van Deimans Land after his boss. Then it started snowing and his ship turned around and went South instead of North and they went to Antarctica. On the way back they discovered New Zealand. Only it was called something else. And it wasn't joined to Australia. And all the Marys lived there. And they had canoes. And then they went North and discovered Papua New Guinea. And it wasn't joined to Australia. Then they went Dutch. After one hundred years James Cook came and discovered Australia.

Questions, anybody???

Panic Button.

This week we are flat out busy at Casa Hartwell....tonight Kit is playing in the band concerts at school, Thursday is school photo day which makes today "buy a new shirt for Seb" day, since the three new ones I bought him in January all look like something you'd use to clean the car with. Sigh. Kit is armpit deep in assignments, which means that everyone at Planet Hartwell is taking a refresher course in Year Nine. Seb had another nosebleed in the night, which makes for extra washing for the maid. Since we don't have one, I guess that makes it my job. SIGH.
Kit is getting confirmed at Saint Marks on Sunday, I have yet to pick up his confirmation present or find myself something suitably restrained and holy to wear.
I'd make a to do list but I'm already hyperventilating, and it's a shame to waste a good panic attack. Paper bag, anyone???