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28.12.11

Happy Christmas

If Christmas is about giving then we did pretty well.
B and Little Miss received way too many presents.
At home...





and at my sister's house.




















If Christmas is about being together as a family we did ok at that too.



Even when some of the family are animals....of the alpaca variety. A baby alpaca was even born while we were there.







































And if Christmas is about sharing food then we ticked that box, starting with our mango prawn lime and chilli salad contribution. Yum.






























We then ate a huge amount of food, delicious roast turkey, roasted vegetables, cheesy cauliflower bake and greens, with an amazing gravy. Followed by Christmas pudding with hot custard and then a helping of chocolate and peanut butter cheesecake. I was too busy eating to take any photos, sorry.


Despite all the sad memories of Mum that this time of year has brought to the surface for me we all seemed to have a really happy day indeed.


I was very pleased to capture this photo of B, as he is about to break into laughter. Something we all managed to do.


Hope you had a good one too.

18.12.11

Mum


























Dear Mum,

It has been a year since you passed away. 365 days without being able to ring you up and find out about how you are feeling. 365 days of not being able to tell you about how B and Little Miss are going. A year without your common sense approach and advice. Your dinner ideas. Sharing in your delight at shopping finds, getting your daylight saving reminder, you noticing changes in the garden, buying you a birthday present, advice on movies to see, TV programs to watch and even the next seasons colours.

I miss you. Dad misses you, the kids miss you, we all miss you. Our family has a big hole in it without you. We miss how you organised us. When we were all together you would be planning the next event for us to come together. I didn't realise you did that till now. Like you were the glue holding and keeping us near. Without you that doesn't happen anymore.

I've wanted to tell you about the new house. Show you the plans for the pool, get your advice on the garden. Share with you my delights and disappointments.

I've needed to talk to you about B and Little Miss so many times. You used to help me put everything in perspective. I miss your advice. I really miss your interest and love for them. Little Miss said to me the other day. "I miss Grandma, she used to always comb my hair." And you did, but now you can't.

I couldn't invite you to Grandparent's day at B's school or buy a ticket for you to see Little Miss's ballet concert. She looked so beautiful Mum. At small or significant events I am reminded of the hole you have left behind. The void that takes the place of you.

But I like to think you are here anyway. Somehow seeing everything. I have to think that. It brings me some comfort to think that we are not just human beings who have spiritual experiences but we are spiritual beings who have a human experience. So I talk to your spirit and think of your spirit. But gee I still miss the human you so much.

It's been a year of trying to get used to you not being here. I haven't got used to it, I don't like it, but I am trying my best. That's what you always told me to do. "Just try your best, no one can ask any more than that." So that's what I am doing.

I love you so much.

Your daughter.
x

16.12.11

While the cat's back is turned....

The mouse will play with the cat's camera.


The cat then gets an insight into the games a certain mouse likes to play...


Constructive games



















Shockingly violent lego games























Spying on mother and sister in garden game

















Following sister around game



Tormenting sister game


Locking sister on balcony game


and typing on the computer game.


















What the???

Better keep a closer eye on that cheeky mouse!

7.12.11

Oh Christmas Tree

Dilemma: Christmas Tree.

Our big old white plastic tree made the move to our new house, but it was on its last legs last Christmas due to sun damage. I think Little Miss told someone, "We have a brown Christmas tree." It was then that I knew it had to go.

So do we go and buy a new fake tree or get the real deal this year?

I happen to think that like dog people or cat people there are real tree people and fake tree people. I have been a faker. I didn't want the extra mess of pine needles to clean up,  how would we get rid of the thing when its dead? And is it really very green to cut down a tree for a few weeks pleasure?

However I did grow up in a real Christmas tree house. Every year my Dad took it upon himself to go out and cut down a tree. We lived very close to a railway line and so he was able to clear the track so to speak and find a fairly small pine tree along the railway bank then cut and drag it home. Some may think this is stealing, others may think this is cleansing the bush of introduced species. I remember my Mum liked the idea of a free tree, but was always worried that someone had seen Dad in the act. I do recall once that he misjudged the size required and the tree wouldn't fit inside, but with a great deal of sawing and mess it was made to fit. Once the tree was in, the house would fill with the scent of pine that announced Christmas Day was close.

That pine smell is synonymous with Christmas for me. I love it, it brings back so many memories of my childhood home and Mum making so much effort. Having had quite a few scentless white (one brown) plastic Christmas tree years I thought it would be nice and proper to go for the real thing this year. In memory of all that effort my Mum made and for the sake of the kids knowing the smell of Christmas. And we can always put the tree in the green recycling bin afterwards cant we?

So for the real deal experience we went and chose our living Christmas Tree at a Christmas tree farm.





B was not convinced about killing a tree for Christmas at all.
"Trees are important for the environment." He told us. "I don't want it to die."
The Christmas Tree man then showed us that the tree regrows and doesn't die. Instead its like its had a really hard prune and shoots again. In 5 or 6 years it is big enough to be sold again by the farm. B seemed to be relieved by this information and it was a load off his mind.

This tree has been cut down three times


























The tree we chose



So the cutting began.



There was an uncomfortable few minutes when the Husband had to have a go and negotiate about the price, but once that was all sorted we shoved the tree in the back of the car, just.

B complained that there was no room for him. Little Miss said the needles were hurting. I made a mental note to bring an old blanket next year to wrap up the tree.

Once home the tree was decorated, but only after I cleaned the inside of my car of pine needles.




The real Christmas tree looks fantastic, but best of all it smells like Christmas is here, plus Little MIss and B can smell it too.

Note that B will be wishing for a front tooth this Christmas 



How do you solve the Christmas tree dilemma in your house?

1.12.11

Rocketing off

When Daddy's capabilities mix with the children's imaginations magic really can happen.
Or in this case cardboard space rockets.


Plans were drawn up by B.






















Materials were sourced


























We are loving these reusable connectors made in Australia by Makedo allowing us to create things from our cardboard waste.


























And a rocket took shape.

















































Just like the plans



























Little Miss didn't go without either































Let the space adventures begin

























This post is linked up to Friday's Nature Table at The Magic Onions, where you will find a host of spectacular play ideas.

26.11.11

Little Ballerina

Little Miss's Ballet concert has been a much anticipated event.

We had the excitement of her costume, what would she be? What colour would she wear?
"I want to be a rainbow fairy Mummy." she told me.

Little Miss was to be a red poppy.

A schedule of rehearsals were squashed into our busy routine. B had to endure the waiting and crowded viewing room with many other mums and disgruntled siblings.


Travel arrangements were made by Nana interstate so that she could come along and see Little Miss dance.

I queued too early one Sunday morning to purchase tickets when they went on sale to get good seats.

At last the big day arrived.





The family all gathered together to watch our little star.

And shine she did.









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