More Dreams

From Ailsa this time. Tonight she said,
"Mum, remember when we lived in Robie Street? One night there were lobsters all over my bed. I don't know if it was a dream, I think it really happened".
This is the first time she has at least acknowledged the possibility that it might have been a dream. She hasn't mentioned that dream for at least 6 months, but for a long time she insisted it had really happened.
It reminded me of Bethanne's conviction that her and Sisca really had climbed the rope bridges on the McDonald Bridge when they were 6 years old.

Wheat Fields

The other night I dreamt I came across a beautiful small wheat field and a little rickety shack. I decided to buy it and work the field for a year and maintain a daily blog about it, which I would later turn into a best-selling book. I think "commercial viability" didn't factor in my project. Who would check a blog about wheat-field woman? Who would buy a book about it?
Usually dreams are wacky and much more interesting than real life. What does this boring dream say about my day-to-day real life? No comment.

Grace

"Thank you God for this food and for all the letters of the alphabet"
-Ailsa

Sisterly Affection

A bit of chitchat from Claire. The hand at the side of the neck means, "I want to hold Laura over my shoulder".

Indulging Oma

This Morning

If you were wandering through the Reid house this morning, you might have heard these words:
"ha ha ha hee hee hee stop it!"
"What? Why is this stuck? Who was touching this?"
"I know, you could just call a plumber"
"Dad, have you got any spare money? We're making a collection for the plumber"
"Ailsa, Mom says she fixed it"
"Heather, I know, we could just use this money to buy... girlie stuff!"

Calling all Fairies

The fairy friends arrived last Saturday for Heather's birthday. They flitted about, making wands, eating hula hoops and fairy cakes, hunting for treasure at the bottom of the garden, they brought gifts and danced and sang and giggled.

Earlier in the week, on Heather's actual birthday, a certain sister got a bit weary of all the attention being lavished on one person only.

But within a few days she was calling on the favours of a different sort of fairy!

This morning, finding a one pound coin under her pillow, she excitedly declared: "I got one pound, but next time I'll get two pounds because I'm going to leave the price on it!".

Sharon