and with that final post in March 2013, my-speck came to an end.
After 367 posts over 7 years
I guess life – work, play, home, living – just took over.
I hope you both treasure this blog of memories my beautiful babes.
I love you both more than anything
Love mum
Australia vs France – FIFA Women’s World Cup – August 2023
Me: “What do you want for lunch today.”
L: “Meat.”
Me: “What kind of meat?”
L: “Dead meat.”
Momma. Honestly we don’t usually eat alive meat!
Petting the animals
It’s the time of the Royal Agricultural Exhibition, or Ekka as it’s known.
We haven’t taken the kids so far, cause it is typically busy and a bit full-on, but the lure of the baby animal nursery, where there are hundreds of little animals in an enclosure won out: you can walk right in and feed, pat and generally get close to them.
So C took the morning off work and with his rules of “no carnies, no show bags”, we ventured forth.
And it was fun!
The kids got initiated into the famous Ekka strawberry icecreams…
Strawberry Ekka Icecreams
being gentle with the chicks
I went on a cooking spree yesterday afternoon and finally cooked a few loaves from the Rose Levy Beranbaum Bread Bible that I bought for C for Christmas 4 years ago!
I give you: Cheddar Cheese Bread..
My kitchen smells amazing, the bread cuts beautifully, and tastes just the right cheesy…
Mmmmm..
Little O loves to climb…
In the big tree in Fairfield
Today we had a doctor’s apartment and afterwards there was a special request for a park stop on the way home.
And this is where he hung…
Little Miss L is a bit under the weather.
But happy she has dogs on her jarmies.
Our new household members arrived last night.
Our kindy/daycare ran a hatching program for all the kids to see and we have adopted four.
You have never seen two more excited children when they arrived home last night. And this morning the excitement is still palpable.
Here’s hoping we didn’t get any roosters!
You just never know what will happen at dinner time…
Most nights little O picks at his food and has to be coaxed into even tasting most new things. We try to just relax about the whole thing, and not wheedle or cajole, but some nights we resort to it in frustration.
Generally we do try to eat around the kids too: by that I mean making meals that they like or are not as spiced as we might otherwise eat.
But tonight I decided to just cook something I felt like cooking. Actually a bit of experimentation.
So beetroot and yoghurt sauce + lentil pilaf.
And for once I has a son who ate without complaint, telling me that it “tastes great when I put all of it in my mouth at once!”
Who didn’t look like he was loving it, but for some reason tonight just decided to soldier through.
And gleefully declared at the end of the meal that he is looking forward to purple poo tomorrow.
On the way to Quinn’s birthday party. Dad says,
“what are you guys going to do for your birthdays?”
Me: “I’m going to have an icecream sundae party”
A few minutes pass in silence while Oscar contemplates the question.
Oscar: “I’m going to have an icecream Thursday party!”
Of course!
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