Monthly Archives: August 2009
The Doll designer
Lani’s little friend at school was injured in a car accident. The whole class made cards to send to her while she was in hospital. Then the next day in … Continue reading
Book Club
I joined a Book Club on Pip’s blog Meet Me at Mikes.The first book is The Time Traveller’s Wife. Continue reading
Photos from a Pink Camera
River Walk : Alanah 2009 Eli behind a chair: Alanah 2009 Sabrina Smiling: Alanah 2009 River 2009: Alanah 2009
The cat has a name
Apparently I offended Glenn by not giving our cats official name. So here it is, Mr Cats official name when he is being good is Mercury as in quick silver, … Continue reading
Mr Cat
Glenn has a cat, It is definitely Glenn’s cat more than mine. I know because we bought him for Glenn just after our wedding to make up for the tiny little dog that was presented to me in a miniature chest by my sister as Glenn and I were taking our first walk through the bubbles as a married couple. Glenn has never had dogs before. Glenn is more of a cat person. Continue reading
Book Week 2009 – The Cat in the Hat
Something went BUMP! How that bump made us jump! We looked, then we saw him step in on the mat. We looked, and we saw him! The Cat in the Hat! Continue reading
Photos from a pink camera
Last Christmas Alanah conspired with my sister to get her first very own camera. She was quite secretive about the whole thing. Continue reading
Moments that melt your heart
This has to be one of my all time favourite feelings, the moment when the baby that you have been lovingly clinging to over the last 8 1/2 months reaches out and doses it back. Continue reading
Why I now hate sandwiches
I would like to send out a big thank you to my mum who looked after the eldest three kiddies a while back. She had them over for lunch and somehow invented the “how many shapes can we get out of one slice of bread “game. Continue reading
Nose in a book
School and I never really bonded. I did have some good times in primary school but I have since found out not many of them had anything to do with learning. It seems I became quite proficient at avoiding education. Most of my memories revolve around escaping class. Continue reading