Pink notices and Teddy Bear visits...

We always know when it's term again. It never takes long for the boys to bring home a pink notice from school. Pink notices, we are told by the school newsletter, are for very important information that requires prompt reply from the parents. Pink notices, we have discovered, actually require a response that involves us sending money to the school for one thing or another.

Hardly a week goes by without a pink notice (or 2 or 3!). There is always one in the first week, and often - like today - one on the very first day of school. The school tells us this is what they call school community participation. It is our way to express our appreciation for, and support of, our school.

Today's pink notice was for ANZAC Day festivities in the form of ANZAC biscuits and a cup of tea, followed by a sausage sizzle (each sausage will cost $2 - I'm pretty sure I can buy 1.5 dozen for $10, so they're going to make a killing on those sausages - pun fully intended).

Kindergarten doesn't have pink notices. So, we've had no reason to dread Bryn coming home from kinder until today.

Dread is probably too strong a term. Perhaps apprehension is more fitting. Anyway, whatever the feeling is that make us want to run away screaming at the sight of the boys take home folders after school each day - we haven't had that feeling whenever Bryn unpacked his bag...

Today that changed.

Today Bryn bustled out of Kinder with arms full of Woody the travelling teddy bear, Woody's overnight bag, and Woody's travel diary. It seems Woody has come home with Bryn on a surprise visit, and Bryn is to document said visit in Woody's diary.

Having read previous entries, it seems Woody likes to visit for about 36 hours, during which time he gets up to all sorts of exciting adventures, which the host child's parents photograph and document (with help from the child, no doubt) and then paste into the book.

Sadly, we have no means with which to print any photos, not even a functioning printer of any useful photographic quality (either colour or black and white). As well as this, it's not terribly likely Woody the Teddy is going to do anything particularly fun in the next 36 or so hours at our house as Tuesdays tend to be very quiet days at our house, usually involving Dave chasing Ari around and Bryn playing in his room or watching the box while I, er... study at my computer...

But of course, it wouldn't do to have Woody just sitting on the couch all day. So, essentially, it's up to me to entertain Woody (COME ON! I have to entertain a stuffed toy on my ONLY day at home during the week???)... Ye Gads, what will we do??? I've taken a couple of photos tonight; "Woody meets Ari" - a fitting caption for this photo might be, "He'd better not think he's staying - I'M the baby in THIS house... Do you think they'd notice if I tossed him down behind the shed?"

Then there's the one of Bryn sharing a book with Woody... That one is kind of cute, actually... After that, I'm kind of stumped. Who knew kinder would be so challenging?

Anyway, after Bryn and Woody went to bed. I caught this action shot of Ari "face diving" into the bean bag. This photo is mid-dive... Beautiful action there, leading with his nose - LOOK MUM, NO HANDS! Ah, yes, this child has NO FEAR...

And I could help but post this desaturated pic of the beautiful one.