D'Arcy Developments

I have been somewhat in communicada and will continue to be so, because we're moving house! Pretty exciting. 4 bedrooms, nice big garden. I'll post some piccies when I have some. I've organised the phone/cableTV/internet blokes to come around and drill holes in the wall and feed cables through, but they can't do it until "after Christmas". This means no phone except mobile, and more importantly, no internet connection...sad but true. I'll have the phone on at my old place until the 28th, so can check email and surf a bit when I come back to clean (ha!) On the upside, my internet connection will be infinitely faster and better afterwards.

D'Arcy is a bit excited, but not thrilled. It means moving from having a friend right across the road, to moving somewhere new, but he starts school in Feb, and our new place is _really_ close to a friend from pre-school, so I guess it won't be all bad. There's a massive tree in the garden, good for climbing, setting up a swing, or a tree-house.

So I was in the kitchen washing up the other day. D'Arcy was amusing himself in the lounge room, quietly. A little too quietly perhaps. As a mother I know that when it all goes very quiet, that is the time to go and check up on the current state of occupation. This time he wasn't poking holes in the flyscreen with the fork, or squeezing the toothpaste out of the tube on to the bench, or unrolling all the toilet paper on to the floor (or into the toilet). No. Just as I was taking off my gloves to investigate.... "hey mum. look at this". And a suitably deadpan mugshot ensued. Thank goodness he only put them in his hair.