Rowdy woke up this morning and said "Hi Mum", he then proceeded to throw his toy Tigger out of the bed so Tigger landed with a soft thud on the floor. I was about to say "aww poor Tigger" when Rowdy comes out with "aww he died".
When searching for a picture of Tigger to put with this post I came across this instead. I loved it!
I'm an accountant, wife, mother, business owner and chocolate addict. I love singing and running, but am not real great at either. My idea of therapy is singing my lungs out in the car with the windows up. That, I'm good at.
So there's me, Mr Chic, Crash & Rowdy.
Mr Chic - brilliant father and husband. He works full time in his own business and co-runs the house. He's a great cook and I'd be eating alot of eggs on toast without him!
Crash - my eldest son is 7 and a half. He's a quiet, placid, loving boy who doesn't understand why others can be so mean. Crash, as the name suggests, is a bit clumsy and frequently hurts himself - with 2 trips to the emergency department under our belt, I'm sure there is many more to come.
Rowdy - my youngest son is 6. He's a red-head and a bit firey compared to his older brother. He plays loud games and loves wrestling Crash. It's not unusual to see Rowdy riding through the house on his bike with his "gun" in his hand - either shooting bad-guys or chasing Crash.
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