Not the best one ever – but certainly not the worst either. Not that Riley would really know either way. He likes his frosting with a serve of cake: he licks off the top and he’s pretty much done.
The smallest boy in this photograph is my father. Mum says it makes her smile because my grandmother has her hands on his shoulders: just keep still for the camera! She can hear her saying the words. Stand there for just a moment! Don’t waste the film. We all do it with our wriggly children,…
1. Imagine a warm Saturday Melbourne afternoon in March plus, 2. a visit from one of my oldest girlfriends as we 3. consume an iced and crisp glass of champagne, 4. talking about old times and our pets, before we 5. play a game of Buzz! Quiz TV on the PS3 (where I win) Celebrate the…
I’m not going to talk about how Friday was a bad day; a day of self-recriminations, of idling, of not-crying-and-should-be-crying, of opening cupboards and shutting them again, moving toys from one area to another, for no reason and certainly with no results on the room-cleanliness scale. I’m not going to talk about my father this…
I could go on about the deliciousness of my daughter here, or how she was already walking (at 10 months! Surely a Genius!) but no. I look at this photo and think how young I look. Which I was, kinda. Going through old photos makes me clucky again, which might be why Adam recommends I…
We’ve just finished a lunch of toasted cheese; mine dribbled with hot Nandos sauce. It’s quiet – obviously Riley’s preschool day. “What are we going to do?” I ask. “Just you and me. Girl time.” Keira shrugs tiredly. “I don’t know.” “We can stay here or go out for a little while.” “Can we go…
So I made a resolution to watch more movies – ‘good’ movies, that is. I haven’t rented/hired any lately, but the other day when I was in the library it must’ve been my lucky day as the shelves were full of DVDs. So I grabbed a bundle. All for free! Yippee. Let’s see, what did…
This is our cherry tree, our single pride and joy in the garden. On Black Saturday, that terrible day, it was burned across the canopy by the sun’s rays; testament to the heat which triggered the catastrophic bushfires. As you can see underneath, our azaleas are almost dead, too. The azaleas that aren’t in the…
