Jaqui's Daily Blog

The School Run and The Naming of Nanna

Walking home from school, Young James is enjoying the company of another James. For the sake of clarity, we will call him James the Older.


James the Older congratulates Young James on the fact that today is his birthday. Young James accepts the congratulations graciously.


"You are five," says James the Older, "I am seven." Young James thinks about this but keeps his counsel. "One day," James the Older tells him magnanimously, "You will be seven too!" My James beams with gratitude. His pleasure is short lived: "Of course," James the Older delivers the killer blow, "Then I will be NINE!" There is no arguing with that.


I love meeting the boys from school. I love the tiny glimpses of their school life which I can glean just by being there. The list of playground rules on a prominent board. "We will be friendly and kind to each other." Of course we will.


While the bigger boys were at school, I had the pleasure of the company of Morgan. Regular readers may recall that I call him Morgan the Flirt on account of the way he wields his long, long eye lashes and enormous dimples to capture the hearts of any female who comes within sight of him.  His father, My Boy, calls him Tiger. His other Grandad calls him "Wrecker." It isn't hearts he is talking about...


I have spent the weekend trying to teach Morgan to say "Nanna". Easy enough, don't you think. I am sure he could say it if he wanted to. He is teasing me, I know he is...


James is with delighted with his presents. Having spent a happy morning shopping with the Darling Daughter in Law, I am well pleased with his reaction to Junior Monopoly and a remote controlled motorbike. Morgan, it has to be said, was not too sure about the latter. It is the first time I have seen Master Super Confident looking bothered and bewildered. 


We enjoy a fish and chip supper, followed by birthday cake and the compulsory singing of Happy Birthday. We light the candles several times so that both Sam and James have chances to blow them out. Happy Birthday, James, I am so glad I got to share your birthday fun.


I am, however, running out of time to get Morgan to say "Nanna". I point to myself for the umpteenth time: "Who is this?" I ask him. Morgan gives me the sweetest of smiles, points at Mr B and says, quite distinctly: "Gan Da!"


Don't you just love that boy?!

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28.12 | 07:41

This wonderful blog has summed up the true meaning of A Christmas Day. Once the dread of a restricted day had sunk in, other ways were invented. Thank you

22.12 | 09:20

So sorry to hear that Brian is in hospital. It would be bad at any time but at present....... It must be true agony for you. You'll both be in my thoughts. xx

22.08 | 02:02


I'll be able to help you with information on the usher's as Thomas Henry Usher is my aunt's ancestor as well can you please email me so we can talk

22.08 | 02:00

Hi Karen,

I thought I would try again to see if I can get a response from you again please email me so we can talk further. My email is: lol-emma@live.com.au

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