Dec 25, 2013

Mr Cranky the Christmas Possum

On the eve of Christmas, Thomas complained that the rags that had been stuffed up the chimney in his bedroom had fallen down, making a mess in the room that he had painstakingly cleaned. Jokes were made that it was clearly in preparation for an influx of reindeer that night.

Fast forward to mid morning on Christmas Day and Thomas came to see me to complain with a broad grin on his face that there appeared to be reindeer poo in his room. I went down to investigate and sure enough there was a distribution of little poo-like pellets in one corner. I  assumed that the same culprits that had left half eaten carrots at the front door were responsible, told Thomas to clean it up and thought no more of it.

Fast forward to after dinner. Everyone has wound down with guts full of turducken and is relaxing around the table in post dinner christmas bliss. Caroline goes down to Thomas' bedroom and he shows her the same evidence (it was a bit much to expect it to actually be cleaned up). While Caroline is in there, she moves the wardrobe door that was next to the area where the poo was and screams when a possum appears. It quickly retreated into the deepest darkest corner of the wardrobe that it could and Caroline came down seeking reinforcements.

Enter Turtleman Dave.

Full of bluff, bluster and perhaps a little Christmas spirit (of the drinking kind) I grabbed a washing basket and a towel, intending to catch the possum, dump it into the basket, cover it with the towel and happily dump it somewhere outside the house.

I cleared an area to give me access and dived into the wardrobe with the towel, grabbing at the possum as best I can. As it turned out, I grabbed the first bit of it that I could, which turned out to be the tail. I hauled him out and attempted to dump him into the washing basket. He caught the edge though and clung on for dear life. I held his tail, he held the basket with his front claws. ApparentIy he didn't really like being held by the tail and got a little cranky. I tried to wrap the towel around him to end the stalemate and get him inside the basket.

The instant I managed that and went to cover him with the towel, he bolted for freedom and disappeared under Thomas' bed.

It was on!

Once again I cleared some space and then hands and towel before me, plunged head first under the bed. This time rather than grabbing him by the tail, I managed to grab him around the torso and then dragged him out. This time I wasn't silly enough to bother with baskets, I just held on as best I could and took him outside. I made sure I walked him a couple of houses down the block and stuck  him up a tree. Unfortunately the tree trunk was short of bark and after scrambling up a metre or so above my head height he plummeted back to earth only to shoot off across the road and up another tree.

Nothing like a bit of excitement to bring Christmas to life!

Dec 3, 2013

Belatedly 13 and 15


Life has, as seems to be the norm around here, been busy. In the meantime Sam and Thomas have both managed to have had birthdays and have respectively turned 13 and 15. Yes, we now have three teenagers in the house. Huzzah?! The mind boggles and perhaps that’s why it’s taken me so long to get my head into a space to capture this. Let's just go with life has been rather busy.

Tom achieved his milestone first so I’ll start there.

Tom at 13

Every time I sit down to write one of these little birthday pieces I worry to some extent that I’m going to be repeating what I said the year before. I guess it’s not my fault if they don’t change their personalities too much in a year.

Tom remains the house clown, always on the lookout for the next joke. He’s definitely a thinker, an ideas man. I’ve lost count of the times that Tom starts a conversation with something along the lines of “Just imagine right that …” and off he goes on a fanciful journey of the mind. I can’t say that I can always keep track of exactly where it’s going, but I always enjoy the fact that he’s so actively using his imagination.

Tom played a lot of soccer again this year. School went well and he really enjoyed that portion of the football experience but unfortunately the club experience didn’t quite match up. The club went from one team to two this year, which whilst it meant that he got to play regularly, it didn’t provide last year’s fringe players with a lot of positives. They had some success, but unfortunately the coaching was sub-par (you have to be thankful for someone that’s prepared to volunteer to do the job) and I don’t think the boys learnt a whole lot. I had been asked to coach but with work commitments and everything else that was going on in my life I wasn’t willing to commit. That’s changed for next year and I’ve been silly enough to say yes. It should be a very interesting and bloody busy year.

Tom continued with his cricket and has steadily improved, though not as much as he could have if either of his brothers was interested enough to get off their backsides and play some of the backyard variety of the game. It makes you wonder where the next generation will come from if all the kids get addicted to their computers and X-boxes. I think the highlight of the first part of the season had to be the reverse hook that he played, much to the amusement of several of the parents (and me!). It wasn’t so much a pre-mediated thing as just an effort to hit a ball that was outside off stump. He’s nothing if not unconventional! If only I could find some of that elusive free time to get around the nets with him, we might be able to improve things even further. He’s looking to play on next year, so hopefully he continues to improve. His batting is getting there as he makes some runs most weeks, though a tendency to try and hit across the line of middle stump has seen him come unstuck once or twice.

Academically Tom continues to progress, working hard (most of the time) to achieve his results. It’s certainly a challenge off the back of the dyspraxia and dyslexia, but he’s holding his own so far.  There was an interesting conversation around the dinner table the other night in which Sam and Michael were telling Thomas which teachers would have high expectations of him because of the bar that they set and which ones might not be looking forward to ‘another Temby’. I think the reality is that Tom will carve his own path!

Sam version 2013 aka Sam at 15


I always think of Sam as the kid that marches to the beat of his own drum, the one that likes to take up sports that none of the other kids play. This last year hasn't been any different.

Over the course of the year since his last birthday Sam has continued to quietly succeed. In terms of sports, he's continued on with his Tennis. Having managed to get himself to a point where he's confident of his ability, he played competition tennis for the first term of the year. He did rather well, making it to the finals and then winning! He and his mates were playing division 13 and with the start of the new season in term 4 he's catapulted up to division 8 where he is continuing to win more games than he loses. I don't think he's actually lost a singles game so far this season.

In addition to the tennis and sticking to something of a theme, Sam has also been playing table tennis. Last year his team not only won, they smashed it., going through the entire season undefeated. That earned them all an MVP award which was a nice bit of recognition. This season Sam did well again, though I don't think there's actually any finals but at the end of the season Sam was presented with a 'Services to Table Tennis Award.' We're not exactly sure what the criteria are, but it sounds good, even if it is, as rumoured, for showing up to every game and practice.

In Winter Sam played soccer and Volleyball, the soccer being the only cross-over with anything the  other kids play or in fact with anything that I played when I went through school (even if I did flirt with tennis for a single term).

Academically Sam has continued to succeed, not quite managing an academic award this last time around, but at least managing a commendation. Oh, and he picked up another Mercy Key at the end of last year which was an accomplishment to be proud of given they only hand out 10 across the year level. To have managed it twice in two years was quite spectacular.

Then there's the other bits. Sam tends to have spent a fair bit of time on You Tube over the last year or so, teaching himself a variety of things. He's become something of an accomplished amateur card trick magician. You have to watch out for his new sneaky shuffling and dealing skills as he works toward palming cards and generally looking to leave you astounded with what is going on. He's also something of an origami whiz. Apparently for one of their art subjects this last term the topic was origami. When the teacher asked if anyone in the class was any good at it, the entire class turned and pointed to him. Oh and he's assembled his first computer too. He used the proceeds from his birthday to buy all the components and then one night at the kitchen table put the whole thing together. Now we just have to drag him away from it every now and then.

Overall, we're very proud of our Sam and his accomplishments, even if he has that teenage tendency to be extremely literal in picking faults out of what you're telling him (especially if you happen to be his younger sister!)

Happy Birthday Boys ... even if they were back in October!