Freya stayed the night after disco fever hit on Friday. It was awesome – but tiring – but awesome. They are such an old-married couple already, they squabble tell each other the lay of the land, stick their bottom lips out for about 5 seconds then work on a compromise together. It’s freaking hilarious to watch. Dave overheard this conversation …
Friday Night @ The Club
I got to go out on the town last night without Dave for the first time in forever. I was in good company though; As you can see, everyone had their best ‘rave’ outfits on, complete with glow sticks, flashing necklaces and finger flashlights; We ate at a fancy restaurant where we all had to act very posh The club …
What’s shaking on the farm
Stunning Auckland sunset from our lawn, staining the sky tower bright pink I have been trying to get a pic of the lights at night since we moved in, this picture sucks but at least you get some idea of the fabulous view. There is a new boy on the farm and his name is Jim. He is a …
Writers Workshop – Why is your kid in time out?
Why is your kid in time out? …………Oh…my kid? He’s not in time out, he’s behaving this month – a little sprinkle of attitude but generally things are all smiles around here. What about you Mrs D-brats Mum? Why is D-brat in time out? Well, it’s a bit embarrassing, are you going to put this on the Internet? Because here …
Friday Friends
I love spontaneous visits, love pop-ins and impromptu get-togethers. These social gems don’t happen too much now that we live in the sticks, but today the sun and stars were aligned and Kris and I chatting on the phone led to a visit from her and her rad boys. I love these pics, late afternoon sun makes beautiful children MORE …
Positive Negative Photos
How average are these? I was looking forward to getting these as I had heard loads of feedback from people about how much they loved their pictures. But these are so underwhelming, I am quite disappointed. I had dressed Ethan for his photos, and his hair looked GOOD when he left the house, the photographer took it upon themselves to …
August on the farm
I can’t remember ever feeling this acutely aware of the change of seasons. Perhaps it was harder to notice in the suburbs, it was more difficult to hear the birds, you never saw the baby animals or noticed the buds on the huge old trees which have been naked for the past three months. But the last week has been …