Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Last Sunday afternoon I was just settling in to enjoy my last Sunday afternoon of rest as we go to 1pm church next year. It was then that Garrett called from work to complain about how bored he was and a grand idea was hatched. "How about we go up to Strath for the night?" "Sure. We could be on the road in an hour." 2 secs later slap. slap, slap what was I thinking, 3 children, their clothes, their bedding, their food, their toys, their nappies, 1 husband, his clothes, his bedding, his food, his toys, his...Then "How about we stay two nights?" "Sure!" 2 secs later spare clothes, spare bedding, spare toys, spare nappies...

1hour 10mins later everyone is in the car and we are backing out the drive. I am so good.
Good thing we packed for two nights because on Monday we were so tired from our walk in Victor Harbor we never could have driven home safely.
We had a lovely couple of days away made even nicer for the fact that we brought the Xbox and the boys watched KungFu Panda twice everyday.
We are home now and back to reality with a massive thud when Zac threw up in the car, in the kitchen, in the lounge room and outside. I'm so glad I have such fond memories of our family holiday to get me through this tough time.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

O Christmas Tree

Do you think Santa will deliver presents under our Christmas tree?

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

While you were away

We went bowling.

Amy vs Brenton

Zac doing it with style

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

I need sleep, oh I need sleep.

Oh holy precious rest. May you not elude me as I seek your ample bosom. I search for peace from the constantness of existence. Freedom beconds. Oh sacred grail may I find you at the end of day.

Friday, December 5, 2008

But I can afford a birthday cake.

Zac is 5 today. Five years ago he was born into this world with great spirit. My poor little drugged up fighter. He fought so hard to not come into the world that it's no suprise that he's so quick to be angry about anything this world might ask of him. His answer to just about everything is I didn't ask to be here, I don't have to like it.
He doesn't like any water in his eyes while bathing. He doesn't like people in his space if he didn't invite them. He doesn't like to be ignored even for a minute. He doesn't like to wait to tell me his newest awesome piece of knowledge. He hates being suprised and not knowing the out come before hand. He hates to be beaten in anything. He doesn't like to be confronted.
On the other hand he has found joy in many earthly pursuits since his birth. He loves his cousins and wants to go visit with family often. He loves to go to primary for all the right reasons (he doesn't have a good friend in his class). He loves to learn new things and since going to kindy and primary he is learning so many more things than I could teach him at home. He loves to cuddle me. He loves to wrestle with his Dad. He loves being in our family.
And we love having him in ours.