Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Spring 2011

September, October, November

"Careful"? Of what?

What plaster?

Nope, I'm comfy just like this.

Why, yes, Mummy did say I could wear undies on my head to Playgroup if I wanted to.

The Woods are lovely, dark and deep
But before I go to sleep
I have promises to keep.

(Byron, when asked if he remembered the "dark woods poem" he'd only heard a few times, weeks earlier.)

B: Let's play a game called "Annoy", where I spray you in the face and you run away.

Byron thought his mummy was very clever for knitting an elephant, not because it was an elephant, but because I somehow changed the color from the one on the pattern :)

Jasmine: Look at my spinny dress!
Byron: Jasmine, I don't like spinny dresses! I like cranes.

Byron (on Melbourne Cup fashion): She's got undies on her head!

Byron - playing a game called "Delivering little parcels to make the sad people feel better."

Byron (re "The Great Jiggy Wiggy", a character (the king) on his xbox game Banjo 'n Tooie) That's Jesus, Daddy!

Jasmine: I can do whatever I want to!
Byron: No you can't. You can't kill people or play in the cupboard.

Sent his handprint to Jonathan, "his boy", whom he picked (from the World Vision site) to sponsor.

Winter, 2011

June, July, August

Don't be fooled by the Good Big Brother look. He makes her push him back up the hill!

Rock climbing at Scienceworks. He'll be back!


Jasmine: Do aliens fly?
Byron: Aliens don't catch flies. Lizards catch flies.

Byron has been learning to write a few letters. He was concentrating on his writing so hard one day, that he fell off the chair.

On waking up one morning: There were dinosaurs... a monster outside my bedroom window... no, it wasn't a dream... but luckily I'm some sort of superhero.

regarding hot chips: I don't like crunchy. Crunchy is NOT my friend.

I want real chocolate, not brown.

Byron to Zachary (quoting Shrek): Wanna dance, pretty boy?

Byron: I am so "not"

Daddy: What can we do to help you not wet your bed?
Byron: Let me stay up.
Daddy: How will that help?
Byron: Erm.... you'll see!

Mummy: Come on! Don't you want to go to Play Group?
Byron: Yes.
Mummy: Then perhaps you could be a bit helpful?
Byron, excited: I'll drive!