Sunday, 24 March 2013

90 years young.

Happy ninetieth birthday to my lovely nan. xx

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

House update Jan 2013

So here it is, a house update.

I must admit we have kind of slowed, the pool is a bit of a distraction. Once the garden around it was done we became shortsighted, seeing only as far as the pool and not the garage behind it missing a roof, or the beheaded cubby patiently waiting to be restored to its former cuteness.

Dean had three weeks over Christmas off and we started strong. He installed the main ensuite cabinetry, laid nearly 90m2 of decking, rolled on some lawn, painted an ugly fence (till the paint ran out), and put together a monstrous, Ikea dresser for Josephine! We then slowed to preparing for our understair pantry to be built, hanging a hammock and swing, and then stopped at simultaneously holding a hose and beer to water in the new lawn!

We have someone building my pantry as we speak, and I am embarrassingly way too excited about a pantry! I also eagerly await the arrival of our trusty plumber to install the taps and basins in the ensuite - I will be able to brush my teeth in the basin instead of the bath... oh yeah!

We may never completely finish painting, I look at the sheer amount and feel overwhelmed by it all. The front render was removed and redone but still hasn't been painted - at first it was because it needed to settle, now I can't be bothered and it is too hot. The stairs still only have the primer on the white bits and the jarrah is still unsealed.

So, to put all this in pictures, here is our house update...
Waiting on the taps. This mirror is just temporary.
Love my sparkly handles (I must get a better shot).
Missing my Christmas tree and embellished living room,
so I just wrapped a lamp in fairy lights and painted a side table in metallic gold.
Dean's well deserved Christmas present.

Love the black granite header on the pool - no regrets
(and no head injuries or third degree burns so far). 
During the removal of the old render, my roses were littered
with old lead paint and plaster!
The biggest dresser in the world and the sweet
felt ball and heart garland the girls and I made for Josie.
A sore point - the pool surround, swatch and actual concrete.
Not happy people!
Sigh, that all looks like hard work, might go get myself a drink and go water the lawn...

Tuesday, 15 January 2013

Life update January 2013

2013, wow this year my big baby turns 10, double digits, the big ONE OH - oh dear. And my little baby starts kindy, three full days of school - oh crap! I can't tell you how upset I am about this, the only good thing is that it is not 2014 and I have four kids at school full time.

Anyway, before I get all teary and can't type, let me start by showing you a few of my favourite instagram moments from the last few months...







Grace graduates three year old kindy, sob sob.
Matching shoes at work - no wonder Jo and I get along so well.
... and bags, another day, another matching outfit!

My Christmas present from Jo at work. 
My sweet Rose and nephew Fazzy.





Our annual Christmas catch up with my favourite (big) girls!
One of my favourite photos ever!
When she is a teenager and locks me out of the bathroom,
I will remember her just like this.  Love.
Dean's nanna turned 90 in November. Nine and ninety {heart} 
I have a photo from when I was 13 of me, my mum
her mum and my great grandmother - I hope to take
a similar one in March when my nan turns 90 too.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Pretty v Practical

Being responsible for my children's well being whilst renovating our 'forever' home is a challenge at the best of times. There are all sorts of hazards that can induce a trip to the emergency, and it doesn't stop when the tool belt is put away. My current conundrum is the ongoing safety of my kiddies vs the beauty of my backyard!

With the inside liveable we are now focussing on getting our backyard finished by Christmas, and that starts with pool headers (followed by concrete, decking, reticulation, soak-wells, lawn, landscaping and painting... this list goes on).

I want a shiny, luxurious, black granite with a polished, square edge – a good mum would opt for a non-slip, cool to touch, bevel edge pool header. I am torn, I want to be a good, safety conscience mum, but want the pretty, hot and unsafe one sooo bad!

 If I go and do a first aid course in burns and head wounds does it make it ok?

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Real mums use a torch!

A few weeks ago I obviously had too much spare time (at 11.30 at night), and found myself unable to put down this post from Mamamia. It wasn't the actual post that had me hooked, but the comments. 

It's situations like this that make me wonder how we became such a sensitive bunch of so-and-sos, and when did we lose our sense of humor?

So before I continue, I would like to announce that the following should not be taken seriously! I have four children therefore I have a sense of humor - it keeps me from crying myself to sleep (again, a joke - clarification for the sensitive).

Last night we had the unpleasantness of finding out one of our babes had worms. Argh, yucko! This was not our first time and I vividly remember being completely repulsed last time too. I had the unwanted job of ringing/texting and telling in person, those mothers we had shared finger food with recently, the shameful news. 

I think the most shameful part was their inexperience in this area and their confusion as to how we knew - this proved they had never experienced Combantrin!!! Oh there is no better way to make friends with the mothers of your kiddies friends, than describing the act of using a torch to confirm your fears. 

If you are a regular visitor to my blog, you would know about our 'last day of school holidays ritual' - pyjamas, movies, kids choice of feast foods - not today. My washing machine ran from dawn til dusk, the clothesline was a rotation of pastel sheets and every pair of pjs my kids own, and when the sun went down, the dryer hummed until 11pm. The antibacterial wipes were my best friend today, the worms were not!

So, in conclusion I would like to add headlice (which we have so far avoided), and worms to that unwritten list of things that 'make' us mothers! Yuck. 



Thursday, 11 October 2012

Bali 2002

Ten years ago today, my husband and twenty of his friends were in Bali celebrating Dean and his friend Paul's impending nuptials on their end of season football trip. Their night started with dinner and drinks, and ended in disaster.

I vividly remember how I felt being woken by a frantic Dean, telling me there had been an explosion, that he was ok and had to go because everyone needed the phone. I lay awake that night with the radio on, listening to the death toll rise, still shaken from scenes of September 11 the year before.

I remember watching footage on the tv with him after he'd made it home in silence. Each year on this day, with the news reports reminding us of the devastation, I would learn a little more of what he saw and experienced.

In two weeks we celebrate ten years of marriage. Together we have four amazing daughters, one angel, a home we have built together and an amazing life - every moment of my day relates to Dean. All of which would never have been, had their taxi arrived on time to take them to Paddy's.

I have a million things to be thankful for every day, but today is going to be saved just for Dean and his very special friends who make their wives lives wonderful too. x

Saturday, 6 October 2012

I'm loving...

Instagram.
Warm weather.
My gorgeous girls.
Home grown roses.
Blue scones.
Dean x
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