AIDAN'S DIARY - APRIL 2003
Happy Birthday CaitlinCaitlin was indeed the chosen one today, taking her place by Mrs. Thomson at the front of the class, introducing the class to her Puppy Magic (aka. noisy plush poodle family) and dispensing cupcakes in an orderly fashion. For the most part, they were eaten in an orderly fashion too.
This Dad managed to soothe the rowdy minions by reading one of Caitlin's favourite stories, "The Time Time It Took Tom", in which we learn how quickly Tom can paint the entire lounge room, including the cat, with the tin of red paint found under the kitchen sink. Handy. The last public audience for the book was Cait's kindergarten class. Tom paints once again.
The kids were suitably impressed with the story and their new storyteller.
4 April 2003
We were more than pleasantly surprised to learn that Siobhan, a friend of Anthony's, painted a portrait of Aidan for us.
While the scanned image does not do the oil colours justice, it is worth sharing this wonderful piece of work with one and all.
Liam and Evan provided us with admission to the annual easter picnic for the Multiple Birth Association of Western Australia in Serpentine, a short ways south. The venue was an old farmstead which until recently, also operated a miniature railway. The train was replaced with tractor rides in trailer carriages. The boys were rather impressed with the wheels churning up clods of mud left by the recent rains.
During one of the tractor trips, Caitlin and I we were joined by a butterfly, darting in and out and following our progress. This was the first butterfly I've seen anywhere for some time and given the inclement weather, I would like to think I know who sent it to visit.
A large (person-sized) easter bunny arrived after lunch to dole out easter eggs to the eager crowd. The boys employed their manners to good effect by unwrapping their eggs the moment they arrived and then handing the wrapping to the easter bunny for disposal. Very thoughtful.
14 April 2003
I was having a very hard time grieving when a wonderful therapist that I was seeing said to me, "You are beating yourself up about grieving. Think about it. When you enter marriage what are you called? A wife. When your spouse dies, what are you called? A widow. When you don't have a home and you are living on the street, what is the name for that? A homeless person. When you lose a child, what's it called, what's the name?"- Dad
27 April 2003
One of the readers sent me a poem for Aidan. I thought it should be shared. There are other poems too, from November 2002, sent by other readers, that I will add in time.
For a great little boy, Aidan ... by Claudia
Last updated: 10-Nov-2003