Thursday, September 22, 2011

RIP Bomber Lancaster

Living with Pop was like living with a Legend. Although it was hard to tell whether he WAS an actual Legend or whether it was all talk and he lead you to believe he was a legend. When I was little I thought everyone knew my Pop and that no matter what you were after - meat, new tyres, a car? Pop knew a bloke who owed him a favour and would give you a discount. I grew up thinking that everything literally fell off the back of a truck. 

Pop gave us the backbone on which we built our childhood. Uduc Road was heaven to us kids. So much naughty stuff to get up to - the thrill of it increased by the thought of Pop catching us. Nan would let us run wild - hiding in gallon drums filled with chook feed, climbing the shed, eating dog biscuits, skidding along the moss in the fernery, using big syringes from the vet clinic to squirt the little cousins whilst atop the shade house. Then word would get out. Pop was home and he sure was grumpy! You would skidaddle as quickly as you could. Assuming your positions of 'seen and not heard' lest you be given a good old clip around the ear 'ole. Pop would sit down in his Rock Rock, white pepper laden roast on his side table with Sale of the Century at volume 50. We all knew better than to play up during that time or suffer the wroth! 

Over time Pop mellowed a little - he was still King of the Roost - but after Nan got sick, Pop became much more demonstrative of his love for her and the pride he had for his big brood. After a few beers, he'd lean in - nostril hair and all - and give you a shpeel about what a magnificent woman our Nan was. We always replied "ahhh, yup Pop - how the HELL do you think she has put up with you for so long?". Never one to shy away from sharing his opinion you'd always know what he thought. I recall him once telling me it looked like I'd been let loose in a good pasture which was Pop's not too subtle way of telling me I'd put on weight. Thanks Pop. His undeniable knack for a witty, quick cut-down must have been genetic though and in time, all of us kids would learn to give as good as we got! 

Now Pop is no longer with us it truly feels like the end of an era. The memories too many, too funny, too poignant. What is so tangible however is that foundation he gave us. That backbone on which we find ourselves building on no matter where all of us kids are or what we find ourselves doing. That nothing trumps the importance of good education and family. His master plan revealed to us in the end which is that he just wanted us to be all happy together and that nothing beats a walk in the bush, a barbecue with the family or dressing up as Father Christmas and grossing your grandchildren out with your freaky teeth (or lack thereof).

So I think it fitting for all of us to imagine him sitting back, glass of ice cold home brew in hand, with that magic wink and smile combo, watching us all usher in this new era. We love you Pop and we promise we'll do you proud.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

happy birthday

happy birthday kee

thanks for making me say no to ugly things in op shops and making sure we ALWAYS have good music to dance to!

love your girls xxx

false advertising

the weather has been amazing and we managed to ram our pram into the back of the estelle to drink beers on haystacks in the sun as part of the high noon festival. i felt bad 'cause all these people were coo'ing at my tiny human who was happily dancing on my lap for an entire hour and it felt like false advertising. i felt like i needed to have a sign that hung around my neck saying "criminally tired. hungry. pants i just washed and am wearing already covered in soggy cruskit".

BTW - how amazing are cruskits? yes they are tasty but boy, i never imagined they could buy you 5 minutes of peace. I try not to give her too many cause I just imagine them being like polystyrene buoys expanding in her gut. although maybe they could absorb all of those blueberries she has been fanging for lately!

we did have a pretty great weekend though. besty in town. roasted pork belly. ate way too much food. went op shopping. again - its all in the balance...............

Friday, September 16, 2011

a good day

as a fairly new parent, i'm constantly surprised at my tolerance level for shitness. ie: i remember getting upset about a lot of fairly insignificant things prior to having a baby.


+i accidentally skidded across a friends living room floorboards, knocked over my kid who knocked over her kid who fell and aquired her first facial bruising and went on to scream for the next ten minutes.

+found a vegemite smear on my boob. who from? i couldn't quite tell.

+and get this....*gasp*....wee-d when i sneezed. 

and do you know what? i considered yesterday a pretty awesome day.

(incredible quilty thing full of similar reckless abandon via here)

Thursday, September 15, 2011

things to make and do

my mum is coming over for the entire month of october. i was supposed to be going back to work for that time but i got major separation anxiety and felt totally overwhelmed by it so i kicked it to the curb....

so with a spare set of hands i'm going to set myself some lofty goals. mainly packing up the house but also lots of crafting. i haven't been very crafty as of late (although i have just crocheted her a little jumper dress which i'll photograph soon) and i have a fairly lengthy list!

i have decided that for Lottie Pearl's first birthday I want to make her something instead of buying her something. She won't even have a clue anyway. And i'm guessing that my crafting time will be reduced to even less with a busy toddler on my hands next year so here are some of the things i'm thinking about...........

dolly and clothes
dolly in suitcase
fold out pillow bed
birdie wings
sock monkey

do you have any ideas on dealing with your kids first birthday? will you say 'no presents' or 'books only' or maybe even 'handmade' only? have you already bought some presents? do share!

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

records and ranunculus

the ubiquitous ikea abacus was the reason behind this week's black eye. it has now turned a lovely green colour and it is garnering two kinds of looks from people. the 'double take have you bashed yr kid' look and the 'i feel your pain' look from parents who have recently gone through the stacking stage. so for now, the abacus has hit the top shelf amongst play of the days. i mean really, do you have a hope in hell of turning out normal if we play you purple rain? we always play you party tunes to get you psyched for bath time. nude and dancing. really. is there anything better?

on the domestic front, i have ignored our vege patch and garden since your arrival. last time i think i was in it was when i was weeding frantically and bawling - you were 14 days overdue and i was massive. the ranunculus never need love and they STILL show their casually beautiful faces, rewarding me for total laziness. that reminds me - we need to organise a busy bee for the garden before we leave.

meanwhile - i am shitfully sick again. we have had a scare with croup and LP is coughing her guts up at night and sounding raspy. nothing worse than youtubing croup coughs at night whilst your husband is out and your baby is crying and barking. s.c.a.r.y. she had a few episodes but then not a peep till morn. so hopefully she is just sick like me and it doesn't escalate. as a consequence we will miss playgroup and are off to the doctors.

dont' think much day time sleep will happen today - once again we'll be exiled to the park to stare at dogs, eat leaves and laugh at the wind blowing (does the breeze blowing in their faces make your kids automatically smile or is it just LP?).

in other words *bleurgh*

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

gogs and cogs

an oldie but a goldie.....swimming goggles. they keep you satisfied in the supermarket. in the pram. waiting for mama's necessary 7:30am coffee.

and recently, you have been enjoying wearing them whilst waiting at the traffic lights or getting your nappy changed. even sitting on my lap. your head turns from side to side and i can't help but make whooshing sounds and rock you gently all around, up and down, side to side.

don't think i haven't noticed those cogs whirring and turning, quicker than ever before....

Monday, September 12, 2011

mixed bag

cam to gif

mixed bag weekend. saturday = good. sunday = bad.

realised we had cooked lunch for friends for the first time since lottie pearl's birth. felt like a 'moment'. lottie pearl marked the occasion by giving herself a giant, puffy, black eye.

the second in as many weeks!

Friday, September 9, 2011

3 piles


i guess it is rather convenient that we are starting to pack up just as lottie pearl has learnt to crawl and pull up and trash everything in sight. 
3 piles have started. Op Shop. Garage Sale. Pack. 

I ditched a few old collages I made and many superfluous pretty things have ended up in the garage sale pile. i even unceremoniously threw out almost half of my teenage/uni photo albums. i used to photographically document EVERYTHING and had them printed out in hard copy. these albums weigh a tonne and i've dragged them everywhere. i really don't need so many pictures of me and my friends getting trashed in parks or on camping trips. so i kept a a fair few and dumped the rest in the big bin. 

i love being ruthless. or maybe i just like feeling more than okay without all that STUFF.

(but don't get any ideas keegan. i am not. i repeat NOT throwing out any of my books on weaving, string art, paper flower making or macrame - none of which i can actually do...but that is NOT the point!)

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

double life

i've been too busy with my double life to even mention it........but i've been getting out and around. espresso martinis have been fueling this fire! i even got myself a haircut and put my face on! (which consists of moisturiser from the health food shop, some mascara and some smelly stuff).

i'd write more but oh, gee, i'm headed out again! hump day drinks and dinner with the mamas.

postscript: kee shaved his hair/beard and LP didn't recognise seems to have bought on our first major case of separation anxiety.....

one photo

if i had to choose ONE photo to explain my kid? well this would be it.

arms flailing, excitement plus, going berko in anticipation of seeing chooks and leaning over/out sideways over the pram, those starfish hands rippling at a million miles an hour......

what would yours be?

postscript: fucking pram broke this morning. wheel rim snapped off. bought it new 8 months ago! not a happy mama!!!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

coughs & chaos

tough week, thank god the lurgy doesn't belong to US anymore. although k-man is feeling rather sorry for has been nice having him a permanent doona monster on the sofa as we go about our day.

finally crawling - less whinging. but more crying due to amazing pulling up stacks. this girl only has one thing in mind and that is being vertical. redecorating was a must. we are now pulling off the 'minimalist' look. but only for half the house. everything waist height is gone and every surface above waist height is total chaos. time for a garage sale.

building site blue mesh fence has GONE and we have now replaced it with total love and adoration for old car yard bunting blowing in the wind. seriously. she is enraptured.

prammy walks have been our saviour. be gone cabin fever, teething, lurgy and crawling frustration!

Sunday, September 4, 2011


a card we made at playgroup and tacos from the taco truck

thankyou daddy. we love you, even though you are now infected with our lurgy.

don't stop lovin' us


lottie pearl can officially tips puh-leeease!

Friday, September 2, 2011

marital bliss

we walk past this each morning and it makes me smile every time.

kee: *long, loud fart that can be heard from the living room*
fifi: is that your mating call?
kee: that is the last post playing of my mating call

ahhhh. marital bliss. it is somehow weird that the thing you have to do in order to get a kid is the thing that is hardest to keep up with once the kid arrives.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

stillness/sleeping is overrated

day time sleeps are scant - blocked nose? teeth? general big girl-ness? i'm not sure but FUCK i'm tired! thankfully one of the mamas bought some beers to the park this afternoon. essential. thankgod you have been 'sleeping in' until after 6am.

your nude crawling is hilarious, as is your need to bang the shit out of everything. oh, and that little bit of excitement wee you do before your bath? well its downright hilarious.

walk walk walk walk walk

colours make our world go round! can you see that awesome basket i've been eyeing up for LP's toys? too many clam shells unfortunately. LP gave herself a mini black eye stacking it on her toy crate yesterday *mother fail*

(my mum did warn me and of course i didn't listen.....)