tigs 6

The day started verrrry early, with one super excited boy waking, surprised that he was in our bed, having evidently sleep-walked his way in the small hours.  It should be noted that he had been awake, in anticipation,  until almost 11pm the night before! 

Let me tell you I was working on adrenaline all day too!

We had a spidey theme going. Not the man - you probably know my aversion to Licenced products - but the good old Aussie redback!  Can you see them?  You may have to click on the image to get a closer look!

Spider-clad honey joys

 

The sundae toppings.

Pin the fly on the web - closest to spidey the winner!

I found these cute sparkler candles which, when lit, emitted random, pretty flashes and seemed to be super-flames ignoring, for a long time, Tiggy's valiant huffing and puffing.

Fun with his buddies.

Woo was much more interested in her new baby cousin!

Huffing and puffing.

We gave quiet thanks to you birthmother for her brave and loving plan for you.  You wanted to light your prayer candle and say a say a prayer for her.  I was all teary eyed and nervous as to what you might say.  It went like this:

"Dear Lord, Please pray for St Paul and for our parish priest ... Amen " 

Not a mention of anything that may make me tear up, except with laughter!   Darling Tigs, you are certainly being indoctrinated in the Catholic faith, but you do make me laugh. 

You were such a trooper with no sleep!  You were gracious and kind to your friends and it was a joy to see you enjoy your party so much.  It was a pleasure to make it a special day for you.  We can hardly believe you are six now.  It seems so grown-up. 

I hope all your wishes come true, my love. 

threading

What a happy little find, when spurred on by an idea I saw, and searching for more old music sheets yesterday, I came upon a pile of little old pearly buttons, tucked deep inside a drawer at one of my favorite old shoppes.

I love the blend of smoke, honey and cream, threaded on the shimmery, stretch ribbon.

My new bracelet is happily tapping against the laptop as I type and keeping my mind off the wet and grey day outside.


School hols start in an hour and a half :)

alliteration cookies

Please try my new cookies.
Download recipe here.

This is the first time I've tried to link to a doc. Hope it works :)

party prep

Next week our beautiful boy will be turning 6. What?

Invitations have been sent, replies received, bunting stitched, thank-yous prepared.

I really like Tigs to send his own thank you cards and have brazenly copied this idea.

Back with coordinating bunting soon.

E

flitting

I suddenly became overtaken by the urge to create, and in the next breath the whole idea formed. Almost panic-stricken, I rushed through my chores, clinging to my thoughts, worried it could all evaporate as quickly as it came.

Sweet Woo went to dreamy-land and I grabbed all the 'things' I'd placed on my head-list while I was scurrying with the duster and set to work.

I frequently mind-map creative thoughts and lack only the time to bring them to fruition leaving them untidily shoved into the filing cabinets in my brain.

It's a fledgling concept but one that I now have something tangible to go forward with.
It was wonderful to have the chance to articulate the idea.

onya

I'm all alone, snuggled up in my bed at 4.30am, where sensible, if a little boring, people should be. 

Cuppa by my side.  Why?

My three boys have upped and gone. Why?

 The whistle's blown and the insanely annoying trumpets are blaring from my tiny telly at the end of the bed, smothering the commentators efforts to cover the match.Onya Socceroo's!

And wish me luck with three soon to be elated (hopefully) and bound to be tired and grumpy boys who have convened at Greg's aunt's house  (lucky her?) to watch the match with his cousin and partner.  Meanwhile, Woo sleeps and I blog - natch!

Enjoy the day off Australian's!

cold snap!

It may only be me who's feeling it, but it's so cold here at the moment. The rain has been glorious. Long spells of driving rain. Huge plonking drops. Sideways painful shards of rain. Lazy dollops. Fine relentless, hair-frizzing mist. All sorts and I love it!
We need it terribly and I'm grateful for every drop.



It's perfect soup weather .
This dish started off as roast chicken and was transformed into a rich, hearty, bone-warming, full-of-love pot of soup!


The lavender seemed to be bowing in appreciation.



And my little Thumbelina appears to be following in her Mummy's footsteps in taking a relaxed approach to the grim weather outside. She's hunkered down in her comfy clothes, chillin' to an episode of In The Night Garden with Diego for company.

It's the Queen's Birthday Weekend here and is the opening weekend of the ski-season (YAY!), Greg and I met 19 years ago this weekend. It could be 20 - better check!

Have a lovely weekend.

E x