You know it cannot end well when your three year old wakes you up with the words, “There’s wet egg in our bedroom.”
Sure enough, upon arriving at the scene of the crime, Rick and I shockingly discovered that Angus had not only transported a carton of eggs from the kitchen but he’d also managed to crack every single one onto some sort of surface. There was egg on the carpet, on the skirting boards, on the wall, on Pete’s sheets, on Pete’s sleeping bag and… on Pete’s face.
I dare not even try to imagine what they were trying to do. (Who needs to eat a nice cooked meal for dinner when you can gorge yourself on raw egg in the morning?)
Start of the day? Not so good.
End of the day?
Sitting on the floor of our bedroom, admiring the bright red nail polish on my toes.
Life is indeed colourful – in every single way.
// Relishing the afternoon quiet while everyone slept…
// Climbing around in PJ pants…
// Listening to my little man giggle and coo…
// Watching the last sunset before returning home tomorrow…
Well, it has been the most wonderful holiday, and sadly, we go home tomorrow. I can’t wait to share our holiday snaps – I have a whole week’s worth of posts lined up!
For now, I just want to state for the record how proud I am of myself for actually relaxing this week. In fact, I’ve been so relaxed that today I sat down on the couch intending to read a magazine and within thirty seconds I was asleep. Perhaps there is hope for me after all.
Happy belated weekend to you all, and see you all back here next week! xo
(Linking up with Amanda’s weekending!)
// Strolling in the dark…
// Sitting with Gung Gung…
// Waking up from the midday nap…
// Mucking around in the dark…
How awesome is my mum?
Rick was away for the weekend and so my dear mum came to stay with me to offer some moral support.
Turns out she did a lot more than that. Not only did she help me entertain, feed and bathe the boys each day, she even let me sleep in till almost eleven while she single-handedly got the boys out of bed, made them breakfast, fed them breakfast and then kept them happy while I snoozed and snoozed and snoozed some more.
I hope I will be just as awesome one day.
How was everyone else’s weekend?
(Linking up with Amanda’s weekending.)
// Finishing off some scrapbooking…
// Reading the cafe menu…
// Conversing on the driveway…
// Indulging in tri-flavoured wafers…
// Catching up with great friends…
It’s true. I’ve finally finished off a ‘memoir book’ of sorts that traces our relationship/marriage these last seven years: from courting, being engaged, getting married, falling pregnant, losing Cameron, giving birth to Angus, giving birth to Pete, falling pregnant with Jamie and all the adventures in between.
I’ve had the idea for two years now and I’ve finally done it. The sense of satisfaction is almost indescribable but more importantly, I’ve loved reliving all those beautiful and significant moments of our life together. It’s reminded me of how blessed I am to be married to such a wonderful man. No, he is not perfect. But he is perfect for me.
(Don’t tell my endocrinologist about those wafers. They’re probably not what he had in mind when he told me on Thursday that I needed to change – read: improve – my diet if I were to delay the inevitable onset of diabetes. But you guys, those wafers are like the yummiest snack ever. That makes it okay, right? No? Okay. No more after I finish this packet…)
// Holding my baby close…
// Leaving the hospital at dusk…
// Driving home from a birthday party…
// Spending time with my son before dinner…
A dear family friend died this weekend, leaving behind her husband, her older son, her brother, her sister and all her beloved friends.
Life is precious.
Embrace the people you love and tell them that you love them.
// Relishing the morning light…
// Embracing and being embraced…
// Driving by an interesting apartment…
// Having a go at colouring in…
Even though I’ve lived in Sydney for some twenty-five years now, I still manage to somehow get lost. In trying to navigate my way from our home to Northbridge today, I had to pull over at least four times to find out where I was on my iPhone Maps app and on at least two of those occasions I had to make a U-turn. How ridiculous is that?
Part of the problem is that I second-guess myself at traffic lights and freeway exits. I see a turning bay or an exit approaching and for some unknown reason, a (very frustrating) voice in my head always convinces me that it’s not the correct turn or exit. But it always is. And before you know it, I’m being shunted down the freeway towards some unknown destination as I frantically try to get Rick on the phone before panic and hysteria set in (true story).
But I shouldn’t complain too much. At least I now know how to put petrol in the car.
// Exploring a new playground…
// Savouring the afternoon cup of tea…
// Listening to the neighbour’s car starting up…
// Watching the morning sun stream into our front yard…
// Preparing to run down the driveway…
// Gazing into the eyes of my twelve week old…
// Waiting for the hot babycino to cool down…
(Rick and I both think that the merry-go-round Pete is standing in is just perfect for him. It’s like a modern-day playpen disguised as a piece of play equipment. Ingenious.)
Like most other people, I love Saturday mornings.
Even though Saturday is not officially our day off, Rick gets to work from home so there’s no morning ‘rush’ as such. We don’t have to hurry the boys through their breakfast, and I don’t need to stress about packing everyone’s things in order to leave the house by nine o’clock.
Instead, I get to do things which I wouldn’t otherwise get to do on any other morning.
For example, this Saturday morning I got to:
// take my time with my toiletry
// look out the front door
// have fun with Angus
// take photos of the family
// lay out my clothes for the day
// and witness a tender moment between Rick and Jamie.
Love these Saturday specials.
