I'm fairly sure that most kids measure the flow of their years by annual family holidays. For me it was weeks spent at Burleigh Heads over summer, Easters at Hervey Bay and the May long weekend camping at Lake Cootharaba, where family lore had it that it was always fine when we set up camp… Continue reading Camping at Imbil
Cooking: A lot, but mostly on rotation. Pasta with lemon, tuna and spinach; pizzas; baked risottos. Our little house is hot so I'm not all that keen on turning on the oven, and combined with Steve working away for a fortnight late last year meant I went for solid favourites that were also easy to… Continue reading Life lately
I'm not one to go in for the whole "new year (new decade), new you" kind of resolutions, being firmly of the mindset that you needn't wait for January 1 to try something new. However, I do like the idea of looking forward and considering what it is I'd like to tackle or achieve in… Continue reading A list
Taking a moment for just us. Experiences over possessions and having a ball. Post inspired by Owlet
A moment in time I want to remember. The first spring swim, bushwalks and picnics. The return of that summer energy and the itch to get outside amongst the trees.
It's fair to say Steve and I are food lovers. We both enjoy getting into the kitchen and making a mess - which would be a whole lot easier if we had a dishwasher - and the majority of our social outings revolve around food, farmers' markets, restaurants and delis. It's pretty awesome. So it… Continue reading Let’s make pizza, and other things my son says
The sun is almost up. I can hear the birds chirping away outside in the pre-dawn gloaming while I roll over sleepily for the final feed of the night, knowing within the hour I'll hear Jman asking Steve what we're doing today, demanding Weet-Bix and running in to cuddle me (or his sister. There's a… Continue reading An intro to mumlyfe (from someone who knows nothing)
Staring into these pools with a babe asleep on my chest, a podcast in my ears, and bare dirty feet that haven't seen shoes in 12 hours. Summer is on its way.
Somehow we're already in August. The spring flowers are blooming, the days are warm and lengthening, the beach is calling and the baby on my lap has somehow morphed from a snoozy newborn to a five-month-old full of stories and frustrations about how hard it is to sit up solo. Making: or attempting to make more… Continue reading Life: August
First published on Red Robin Blue June 12, 2012 Recently a friend of mine and The Boy's (let's call him Mr P) suggested a last minute trip to Lyon - something which turned out to be impossible but evolved into a wannabe spontaneous bus trip to Lille, a French town near the Belgian border. Attempt… Continue reading From the archives: A not-so-grim Lille