These week, when the kids were in bed and Nick and I were reclined in the living room, I finally caught up with my journaling. Georgie’s baby book is now complete and stored away with Beau’s, and I’m up-to-date with my private journals to them – a project I started with great enthusiasm about 12 months ago, before they almost immediately fell under a pile of miscellany on my desk for the following year. Continue reading
being big brother // I took this photo yesterday morning, after breakfast – as is our morning routine, you and Georgie were watching some children’s TV, whilst I pottered about getting myself ready for the day – the way I captured you looking at your sister exemplifies the kind of brother that you are to her. Just after she was born, people would say to you: “oh how lucky you are to have a little sister.” And I would always reply: “and how lucky she is to have him.” Continue reading
The many faces of Georgie Mae: photos taken just before we picked up Beau from kindy, yesterday. One doesn’t care if the photos are out of focus, when the subject is this entertaining! Continue reading
Georgie naps, Beau is at kindy, and the washing is hanging on the line. There are a number of others things I could be doing right now… meals to prepare, a house in desperate need of a clean, boxes of warmer clothing to sort out (suddenly it’s a LOT colder!), and there’s also an empty suitcase waiting to be packed for our holiday that’s now less than 3 days away… Continue reading
Yesterday, when I rediscovered the philosophical parent article, I also came across a list I once printed: “101 Things to Do with your kids.” Continue reading
When I was pregnant with Beau I came across an article titled “the philosophical parent,” which was an excerpt from the ‘relationships’ chapter in The Book of Life. The psychology student in me emailed it to future parent me, who then printed it out shortly after her first baby came along. Over the years I’ve occasionally reread it. Continue reading
We spent the morning at the beach, enjoying the Autumn sun, seeking a remedy for our colds.
One day midsummer, celebrating Dad’s 60th birthday.
An Autumnal Sunday morning, on the trampoline.
Whilst I’m an extremely nostalgic and sentimental person, I’m also practical and decisive – I don’t like holding onto unnecessary things, I like to live as organised and clutter-free as possible. Tidy home, tidy mind, and all that. Continue reading