Loving... NOT Loving (but mostly LOVING)

Loving The Undercover Bloggers. And having so many keen contributors. And the possibility of buying cheap-as specs online, and knowing where to visit in Wellington and Northland... Loving the way the site is coming together. Loving that anybody can undercover blog. You don't have to be a blogger already, did you know? Teenagers can undercover blog. Grannies can undercover blog. Even people overseas can rave about the great places to see in their hometown... because we all know that Kiwis are tremendous travellers. Love that.

 

Also loving this littlest undercover blogger. She wanted to dress up like mama.

Loving the kids making their own lunches. And getting good at it. And coming homewith empty boxes and full tummies. This yummy GF sandwich was made this morning by my six-year old daughter all by herself. Isn't she clever?

Loving going Gluten Free. It's been too easy! Loving that I feel less bloaty, my tummy seems smaller (even hubby noticed) and my weight doesn't seem to fluctuate by at least a kilo between morning and night. Loving that even with The Crimson Tide in full flood I seem to have lost a kilo already. (Not loving The Crimson Tide. Never loving that).

Loving little reminders of Grace. Like this post on Cat's new blog, a letter to herself. All I can say is wow. And this one on Adventures in Extreme Parenthood. Reminding me that I need to let God in. Thanks girls for reminding me of Grace this week. Loving that Grace never runs out, even for a slacker like me.

Loving playdates. Yes, you heard me right. I'm loving having my kids friends over to play. Loving meeting more neighbours and hooking up our kids. Loving having a houseful. Loving playing Jungle Buzz with my son's mates (and letting them think they whipped me).

Loving having neighbourhood kids so close for last-minute "lets play" dates. Reminds me of the good-ole days when I was a kid and we roamed free. Loving that my kids can just walk around the corner to find a friend or two. Loving the kid who ran home last night in bare feet. Totally loving all the laughter. (Not so much loving the mess left behind but I can live with it).

Loving Foozball. Loving having it in the house, not the garage. Loving playing it with this guy - and almost beating him. I think he was impressed at his old mama. Gotta love that.

Not loving hearing that he has been up to his old "class clown" tricks. He'd been doing so much better for a while, but the lure of the laughs has waylaid him again.

Not loving having to listen to his lovely teacher tell me how disappointed he is in my kid's attitude, always seeking cheap laughs and not knowing when to stop. And how my guy disrupted the whole science lesson with talk of certain "gasses" to get a laugh. Oh dear.

But I was loving the note he wrote to apologise (after some prompting from me). Saying sorry for  his "behaviyar" and promising to "never ever do it agin." I should hope not.

Loving this guy and his big-boy lunchbox. Loving the way he tidily stacks up what he doesn't want. So fastidious. So cute. Man I just love this kid!

Loving looking forward to a night out with friends for dinner at a restaurant tomorrow night.

Loving getting a babysitter and dressing up fancy (not loving having nothing to wear!!!) But at least loving that I've got a new "do" (yep, still loving that too). Loving that we're going to share a ride with our mates from round the corner. Tee hee. We'll be giggling like teenagers. Love that.

So really, there's a whole lot I am loving lately. And not much that I'm not. It's been a good week.
How about you?