May 172013
 

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My darling Mother’s Day began earlier in the week when Dave asked me what I would love to do on Sunday; my reply surprised him as it did not involve either he nor Ethan, and it did not involve shopping (technically)!  I had RSVP’d to a morning celebrating the arrival of ALAS Women’s Sleepwear at The Department Store.

We were treated to a scrummy brunch by Little Bird Organics whilst we got the chance to get acquainted with the gorgeous organic/Fairtrade textiles used in the sleepwear range and the inspirational ladies behind the ALAS brand and philosophy, Kelly and Betony.

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After the eats and greets concluded {actually, if I’m being truthful the eats continued throughout the morning!}, we settled in to our crafting, and whipped up some beautiful dream catchers.  I had been wanting one for the nursery so was quietly chuffed that I made my own and was able to incorporate some special bobs and beads from broken jewellery that I had saved over the years – for no good reason until now!

Crafting is good for the soul, as is beautiful, soft sleepwear {you wouldn’t believe how soft}.  Thank you ALAS for a lovely Mother’s Day with some fab ladies x

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Dream Catcher Workshop

Dream Catcher Workshop

Dream Catcher Workshop

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Dream Catcher

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May 132013
 

Breakfast in Bed

Mother’s Day was perfection this year. Textbook even {until 1am when I finally conceded that sleeping in our bed was a battle I had lost and it was time to try semi-upright snoozing in the Lazy-Boy. Belly-too-big!). Ugh.
Back to perfect Mother’s Day.
There was brekkie in bed with little man, thoughtful, kind gifts of a pregnancy massage and manicure/pedicure vouchers (!!!) and then three blissful hours of adult time, crafting with one of my oldest friends at a gorgeous product launch for ALAS Sleepwear @ The Department Store in Takapuna – more on that later.
The sun was shining, and though real life returned later in the day and slapped us on the ass a bit it was a glorious Sunday x

PS.  I hate that first picture with a passion unlike any other, but there I am people, huge and morning-ified in jumbo sized striped purple flannel PJ’s.  You better be feeling good about yourself right now!

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May 122013
 

I’m writing this on Saturday evening, the night before Mother’s Day, thinking about what it means to me this year, 7 weeks (hopefully less) away from becoming a Mama of two.
I just read Ethan a chapter from his book, snuggled in my bed, Dave is now reading him a second chapter, snuggled in Ethan’s bed. They are giggling at Dave’s brave attempts at rural NZ place names and 1950′s colloquialisms, they are planning Mother’s Day breakfast and sneaking gifts in and out of rooms…..
Mother’s Day is Ethan and Dave. Without Dave, there is no Ethan or baby hippo on the way, and for him I am so grateful.

Mother’s Day is also about listening to Dave and my Mum conduct their morning ritual – weather analysis; double checking of iPhone apps and arguing about who’s is right when cross-referenced with the weather outside…….. They love it, and I love them both for living together so easily.  Happy Mother’s Day Mum, thank you for everything xx

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May 032013
 

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1.  The morning light in the family room is lovely to catch my Big Boy snuggling in.

2.  Little Boy Baby socks drying in the sun, out of hibernation after 8 years!  

3.  Sometimes I still cook – do-able if I can get in and out of the kitchen before 4pm when the pain and fatigue set in

4.  Dog #4.  His night time spot, it doesn’t really matter which couch or which lounge but there has to be a cushion to sit-on and the arm of the couch to rest his head.

5.  My birthday breakfast.  I love you Dave Jack x

6.  My birthday manicure.  I love you Mum x

 

Apr 032013
 

An eagerly anticipated annual event for the water-play-starved kids in our little town is the Scout Waterslide.  The kids {and their parents and leaders} do an amazing job of using our community’s proximity to the river to create a super fun waterside that recycles all of the water back into the river thanks to a perfectly placed storm water drain!

Ironically, the day it was scheduled was the one day of the last 2 months where it was overcast and drizzly.  The kids didn’t care.  I even had to bust the umbrella out of the truck!

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Once Ethan had slid off down the slide more times than I could count it was time to swim in the river.  He surprised Dave and I both by setting off on a long distance swim across the river to a bank under the pylons where some older boys were having fun with the mud.  He powered across without stopping, seeing him confidently tackle something I knew he was a bit scared of made all of those years of $$$$ swimming lessons worth it.

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Mostly it was just the best seeing kids being kids the old-fashioned way, enjoying their community and feeling like they belong somewhere, to something bigger than just their own family.

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Mar 122013
 

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I looked outside yesterday and couldn’t help but appreciate the sight of two loads of whites drying on the line, yes the water truck came {FOR THE 5TH TIME} and so we washed.

I hate to begrudge people a long, amazing summer, seeing as how the season of sun is sometimes so fickle here in New Zealand; but enough is enough!  I’m in danger of losing a small dog down the cracks in our front yard, paspalum stalks are the only grass form still alive and growing and our bank balances have had enough of water cartage costs.  I can’t even imagine how much stress this draught is bringing to farmers.  It’s time for a rain dance people, and prayers and all of the fingers crossed that we get rain soon {the sight of 11,000 litres of water pouring into our tank yesterday was just about enough to make me dive in – it looked that amazing, I stood there and watched every drop of it come out of the pipe}.

Until then, may you all enjoy the satisfaction of line-dryed laundry as much as I do x