Jam Sandwiches on the Hill

Sunday, 30 September 2007

Goodbye...and hello!

Well time has slipped on by yet again in between blog entries. I swear I get swallowed up in a time vortex sometimes and before I know it a few weeks have sped by. Before I even told you I was going away, I'm already back. So here's the story...

Since I blogged last I was blessed with 4 delcicious days up in QLD with my beloved SIL Jan and my favourite Brisbane Babes ; Gayle, Megan, Ruth, Kath, Anita as well as the divine Princess Kirsty who flew up with me and held my hand as the plane took off. The purpose of our little sojourn was to scrap and eat and drink and scrap and eat and drink and scrap and eat and drink and well... you get the picture. Anita doesn't scrap, although I think we may have turned her towards the dark side. Instead of scrapping Anita makes the most beautiful jewellry so she was surrounded by beads and bling all weekend and taking orders from the jewellry junkies. Kirsty makes amazingly creative ATC's (Artist Trading Cards) and she just wowed us with her gorgeous work.

Jan organised the entire weekend for us and it was brilliant! She found a gorgeous house in Maleny in the Noosa hinterland and were treated to a weekend of just being Girls....not someone's wife or someone's mother. Even though we missed the kids and the husbands it was bliss not having to be responsible for anyone but ourselves. It was a wonderful weekend full of laughter and frivolity as well as some serious scrapping. I managed to complete 12 layouts and I think the main reason for such productivity was being surrounded by so many talented women. The creativity in the room was electric at times and I think we were all thrilled with what we managed to achieve.

Tuesday, 25 September 2007

Excuses Excuses....

I'm sick.

I had promised Jan I would update my blog today but I'm sick . If I was a man I would probably be dying, but I'm tougher than that. Usually my immune system is pretty darn strong but I've succumbed to a wonderful bout of laryngitis coupled with a temperature and a slight ear ache. Apart from the odd tummy bug or 2, this is the first coldy-fluey thing I've had since I was pregnant with Jemima and that was 2 years ago.

So darling Jan, I rooly and trooly promise to add some photos and a proper post tomorrow. Right now I am going to bed.

edited to add...

Wednesday morning...the snot has started. Faaaabulous!

Tuesday, 4 September 2007

Living proof that too much hairspray and fake tan makes you stupid

Need I say more?

Snow Bunnies

We had been planning to take the children to the snow all winter and we just never seemed to find the right time, if we didn't make plans soon there would be no snow left! Finally, I convinced Andrew to take a day off work and we headed up to Mount Baw Baw for the day. Max had a great time, Jemima on the other hand wasn't too impressed with the fact that snow is cold....and wet. Last time we went to the snow Max was about 20 months old and I was pregnant with Jemima, so it was nice not to feel like a waddling penguin as I crunched my way through the snow trying very hard not to fall over. Max loved the toboggan and I think he would have spent all day going up and down the hill if we had let him. Jemima had a few turns but she wasn't particularly thrilled with the ride which meant Max could have it all to himself. He was actually really good at doing it all himself so next year I think we'll get 2 toboggans and just leave him to it.

Jemima was much happier after lunch and she just pottered around in the snow while Max and I made a snowman. It wasn't as easy as I remembered from last time, it was very hard packed snow so it took some work to loosen enough to mold into shape. We had left the carrot for his nose in the car but luckily there was a little piece of wood we could use instead.

The trip home wasn't as easy as the trip up the mountain, I must confess to feeling a little bit carsick with all those twists and turns. Thankfully neither Max nor Jemima were bothered by it, just Mummy.

I feel the need...

...to buy this album. I loved his last single, Grace Kelly. I find myself turning the volume up on the stereo in the car every time this comes on.

Groove away chickadees!

One of many

I have so many bits and pieces to add to this blog at the moment. I've been really slack lately and I can't believe it's been over a month since I last added a post. No excuses really, just a general lack of mojo. *sigh*

So here goes, one of many to come.

Fathers' Day

As you will all know, Sunday was Fathers' Day. A day for telling Dad how much we love him and celebrating everything wonderful about those men in our lives. I'm determined to avoid the hype and hooha associated with the commercialisation of Fathers' Day dispite the absolute barrage of catalogues that made their way into my house over the past few weeks. It's Andrew's favourite time of year, all the junk mail is just for him to drool over and dream about which 'toy' he would like the children to give him. I think he was genuinely disappointed that his many hints relating to an enormous Plasma screen TV that stared out from the pages of the Harvey Norman catalogue fell on deaf ears. I think it will be a while before the kids' pocket money will be enough to cover a $10,000 television.

Max and Jemima both made a special present for Daddy when they were at Occassional Care. It was a lovely poster with a photograph of them, a handprint and a little poem about Father's Day. They were hung on the wall in the dining room all day, now they're in the study, taking pride of place above the computer. Max made a door hanger and some chocolate chip cookies for Daddy, it was a miracle the cookies made it until sunday really, I kept finding Max trying to peel open the parcel because he was hungry.

I made a book for Andrew celebrating his role as a Dad. I filled it with lots of journalling and photos of him and the children. It's something he can take overseas when he is travelling for work and remember how much we love and miss him.

The kids wore special tops with 'My Dad Rocks' emblazoned on the front, Max thought they were ace. I gave Andrew some much needed t-shirts, including this one...it's his favourite he says...