This is what happens when...

...you try and put my sons to bed. First Ashwyn wants a drink. Then Liam has to have a drink. Then Liam has to get up for a wee. Then Ashwyn has to get up for a wee. Then Liam gets up twice because he is scared of the sound of cicadas outside his window. Then Ashwyn has to get up and do a poo. Then Liam has to get up and do a poo. Then Liam goes back to bed and leaves the door open and they start arguing.

Suddenly it's an hour later, no one is asleep and I'm tearing my hair out.

Recently we managed to wangle a new XBox and a Kinect for the price of postage (a special offer with my father-in-law's new computer). The Kinect seems to have been designed with much larger spaces than our lounge room in mind, as we have to move the coffee table in order to use it properly. It seems to be reasonably good at detecting hands, and not quite so good at detecting faces (I think we decided that it had logged Andy's t-shirt logo not his face when he tried) .The kids leap about spasmodically in front of it, and the vibrations tend to cause the thing to move, which means it then spends a few moments resetting itself and redetecting body parts. It also tends to get confused if a small boy wanders around in front of it too (anything that allows only two players at once is slightly problematic in our house).

Anyway, here are the photos I was going to post earlier...



This is what Andy has dubbed the red weed, although it doesn't look very red in this picture (the stems especially when they are new).
 
(Another visitation by Liam to tell me that he heard a bang, and Ashwyn to get me to kiss his elbow better)

It has sprung up all over our suburb, including several in our garden, and is multiplying like mad. I've never seen it before.

The other thing I was going to post was video, and apparently I can't do that. It was only a video of a hole in our water tank (and water spurting out of it like one of those weeing fountains), so not too exciting, but there you go.

Excuse me while I go put the fear of death into my sons...