Sprained Ankles, Visiting Brothers and Pixar Movies
So the end of my week went totally off the rails. It started with Peanut (my eldest daughter) falling down the stairs at school and spraining her ankle. This is the same ankle she broke last year so suffice to say, it was a trip to the hospital and lots and lots of tears. So Friday, when I’d planned to blog, I was being a caring mum of a very frightened, worried little eight year old who has a better imagination than her mum and therefore had decided that the doctor was going to do something hideous like cut her foot off.
Then, in amongst all that, my brother visited. My brother and his wife are awesomely awesome and I don’t to see them as often as I’d like (they live in a small country town on the fringe of the Outback) so of course, we spent the night and most of yesterday chatting and laughing and catching up. Then we did it all again last night (after I made the most delicious lasagne I’ve ever made.)
They left this morning (it’s Sunday Down Under) and as we were watching them drive away, Peanut asked if we could go see Brave. Now I’m never one to say no to a Pixar film (actually, that’s a lie. I wasn’t overly eager to see Cars 2) so instead of me coming in and writing my blog post, the family went to see Brave. Which is wonderful and fabulous and so damn brilliant I can’t say enough. And to have a strong female rolo-model for little girls at the movies is just as wonderful and fabulous and brilliant.
So, my last post of my week at International Heat is a lame one. My saying sorry for being slack, and filling up the rest of the post with piccies of sexy semi-naked men.