Thursday, October 15, 2009

Last days

The last days of winter have passed

Now we lie in wait of heady summer days

Saturday, October 10, 2009

A real date

I went on a date with the kind of guy that every woman swears she wants to date. We is funny, and not just a little bit younger than I.

dinner and a movie

He's so progressive he didn't even mind that I payed for the whole shebang.

I rekon I'll ask him out again. His kisses are to die for.

A real baby

Poppy has a new pram and as we are want to do we (the adults) were playing and we thought that putting the real baby in the toy pram would be hilarious. We were so right

Xander was very quickly over the game and returned to Ingrid. This was not okay with Poppy. She threw her dolly which we had tried to replace in the dolls pram and further indicated that it would only be Xander who would be invited to stroll with her this day. Nothing but the real deal would do.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

So Nifty

"I want that one."
-Little Britain-

The wind in my hair the road at my feet, for the love of the ride. I talk about getting a motorbike/scooter yet must confess to having never driven one until just now. The other day I succumbed to the will of the mob and took my first baby steps on this scooter. It was too good of an opportunity miss and so I took my first drive of a 50cc bike while the crowd cheered me on.
Craig instructed. I nodded. Then jumped on and prayed.
"Seriously Dee you can ride a bike. You will not just tip over. Okay? You can do this."
Slow acceleration down the long driveway. I feel each 360 degrees of the turning circle tick past as I go for the return trip.It's the longest 100 metres in history. Time slows. I'm outside looking on myself. "You're doing it. See? Don't hunch. They're all watching you. That's right sit up straight. You're nearly there." I'm back with myself and I feel the biggest grin creep and spread across my face. I could ride all day.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

10 things I love about Gus

The way he talks.

How much he loves me,

Then how much he doesn't.

His enthusiasm for simple things.

His love of the outdoors.

The way he plays imaginary games.

How much he loves my cooking,

Then how much he doesn't.

His enthusiasm for new things.

His love for chocolate.