Twinkle, twinkle, what a star!

Rebecca, that is (and Graham and Alex). Tom and I went over to Bec's, Graham's and Alex's house on Sunday. We had such a ball and it was so much fun seeing Alex again. I wanted Bec to take some photos of Tom (as I want some professional ones) and I think she is by far a telented photographer (I don't need to suck up because she knows I think this anyway). Graham took some on the run too! Check one out!

Tears.....

I hate crying.

I need to cry.

I get teary EVERY Monday as I drive home from my Executive meeting.
Perhaps this is telling me something.

Have cried Saturday night.
Cried yesterday morning.
Even cried tonight.

Maybe the tears will stop.

mORE mORE mORE PHOTOs!!!

This is Thomas with MY mum!

Things that give you warm feelings....

We took Tom to see his GP on Tuesday as I was worried about his breathing (I thought he had a bit of a wheeze). The doctor gave him the all clear in terms of his chest but did say he was breathing up. He prescribed him a liquid form of Ventolin (not that he has asthma at the moment) to help make it easier to breathe. We were told to keep an eye on it and bring him back the next day if we needed to. When I got home on Wednesday night, Thomas's grandmother told me that the doctor had rung. I returned the call but he was busy. The doctor rang me back around tea time to see how Tom was. I told him, in my opinion, Tom was good. He was certainly himself and was eating and drinking well. I did say I think he may have been a bit blocked up because of the chest but that it was better to be safe than sorry. The doctor recommended we just keep an eye on him anyway.

CERTAINLY A GP WORTH HANGING ON TO! HOW KIND IS HE!!!!!?????

More Photos

My Aunt's 60th BIRTHDAY SURPRISE

"Watch out! I can turn things to stone!"

Happy Mother's Day - Little Man Unwell

A BIG Happy Mother's Day to all those great mums out there! Many hugs and kisses for loving your WONDERFUL children and inspiring me to be better everyday!

Tom is unwell. He has caught it off his dad who was sick all day Thursday and stayed home (where Tom was). Mick and Tom spent the day together on Friday because Tom's grandmother couldn't look after him - so someone sick makes someone else sick......

Mick's dad had another turn on Thursday night, hence the reason why Mick's mum couldn't be here on Friday. He may have had a partial stroke. He actually had a heart attack back in 2005 when I was pregnant with Tom. It happened at work and Mick had to resuscitate him!!! And then Mick's mum collapses at work 2 weeks later and is taken to hospital too.......

Well I feel for Little Man. We drove to Nowra yesterday for my Aunty's 60th SURPRISE party and it was a big day for the social king! He just couldn't get enough of everyone and everything. I have some new photos so I will try and upload them. Although I can't take good photos anymore. Tom moves too much and I just don't have the skill.

Organisation - I am the queen (or so it may seem)!!!

Can I vent? YES I CAN! May I vent????? With your permission, I want to vent about organisation!

Today at work I got mad. I actually quite often get mad but try not to show it (hence the high blood pressure... okay, maybe the bad food too). I was working with a student and assessing her reading skills when low and behold I get a message from a colleague (who is also an executive member I might add). It read something along the lines of, "what was the organisation for class X and class Y as they (the teachers of the classes) have informed me that they do not know."

DO NOT KNOW?????????????????

Well that was like putting a red flag up to a bull!!!!!!!!!!

I got up and stormed, literally, to the classrooms of these teachers and asked if they understood the arrangements for the day. There was some confusion ONLY because they had taken it upon themselves to change the organisation. BUT it had already been written down and given to them on Monday for TODAY - and I had done this all over the weekend and it was ORGANISED!!!!!

How dare someone who can not organise his/her own work question my organisational details?????

Bringing a BIG smile to my face.....

Tonight I went to see a movie with my sister, 'Becayse I said so.' It was funny - made me smile and laugh! I need that. We all need that, don't we?

When I got home my boys were in bed. YES - FINALLY I WENT OUT BY MYSELF FOR A CHANGE!!!!!!!!! HOORAY!

Anyway, to the point. I read the comments to my last post and just smiled and laugh. I have met one of my 'blogging' friends who I think is an absolutely terrific person and a WONDERFULLY BRILLIANT photographer and even more importantly a GREAT mum! I always read her blog and smile.

My other friend I have never met but I feel like I have known her for YEARS! Although we both aren't that old - lol! She is an incredibly tough mum who loves her boys to no end!

Thank you - you both make me laugh and smile!

Making the shoe fit - not them fit the shoe!

I must preface this with saying I am in no way an expert in any area really and I write this out of my love for my gorgeous son Thomas.

I remember completing special education courses as components of my Bachelor of Teaching Degree. I went on to do some more work in the area when I was completing my 4 year training - Bachelor of Education. I was a 'targeted graduate' and got a job immediately so I had to complete my '4th year' part time while working and teaching a Year One class and then a Kindergarten class!

Anyway.... I was passionate about learning about students with disabilities and modifying the curriculum etc etc etc..... One thing that really stands out was a comment by the best lecturer I ever had (although there were many great ones). He talked about the special education setting, or mainstream setting in general, fitting the child and not the child having to fit it.

I get sooooooo tired of people asking, "Will Thomas go to a normal school?"

NORMAL?????????

I don't know what is normal for me anymore but my stock-standard response now is, "Thomas will go where ever he needs to go!"

And when I look at my bubbly boy who cuddles me when he sees me 'having a bad day', I know with all my heart and drive that I will fight until the 'shoe fits him' and not the other way around!