I've been too lazy/busy to blog over the last few weeks. Nothing much has happened, though Mim still spouts forth so many amusing things to blog. Like the other day when something didn't go right for her, we hear an "Oh, cwap!" from her bedroom.
We received a parcel from Aunty Carla two weeks ago. It contained Mim's birthday present, a new pair of jeans and a lovely pink parka. Mim squealed in delight (unfortunately I had just bent down beside her, so my ears were still ringing hours later). Mim first put it on the following morning, when she went outside in her PJs to look for Phoebe's egg.
I think she looks adorable in it, so thank you very much Carla.
This is a photo taken about 7.30am, on a lovely cold and misty morning. It's still bizarre to be going outside at 6.30am (to feed the lambs) and seeing the moon and stars still out.
We also get lovely sunsets here, I can understand why artists flock to Victoria.
On our last shopping trip, we allowed Mim to get a $6 blonde wig from the Reject Shop. The girls love swapping wigs.
(bonafide rock chicks, after some prompting by Michael)
Mim and I have spent some time wandering around the back paddocks, collecting bark and sticks for kindling. I love the fact that I can let Mim just wander around on her own and not have to keep an eye on her. She spent over an hour the other day chasing Cecily, or watching as Gomez chased Cecily.
And speaking of small canines, here's a lovely candid shot of the tables about to be turned on him. He loves chasing Phoebe, and she often chases him back. I heard a yelp about one second after taking this picture.
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Hello Shaz,
I stumbled on to your blog looking for interesting blogs to read. The area of Vic you live in looks lovely and I love reading about ur little girls antics!
I just wanted to say "hi" and let you know you have a blog fan.
Larelle :-)
No, I'm not from QLD or NT, I'm from Sydney. Maybe it's just the western suburbs where I come from. All housing commission homes, so no chimney's there. It was like that growing up anyway, but every time I go back and visit the family I see more and more chimney's where people have installed wood fires and pot-bellied stoves. But growing up, you wouldn't see any houses with Chimney's unless you went into the inner city and saw them on the roofs of old terrace houses.
Hi
My name is Erin Walker
Michael gave Krytsa and I this address so she could keep in contact with "Mr Bishop". He was her PC teacher at St C's.
could you please give him my email- erine@hotkey.net.au and ask him to email me then i can pass it on to Krysta.
by the way I'm sorry about the lamb.... I would've made him do it while I drank red wine and cried :(
Thanks
Erin
Hi Erin, I'll pass on the email, feel free to read his blog Disciplined Non Conformist (yeah, so disciplined he's blogged only once!)
He did the first lamb, actually killed it and then burnt it, so the least I could do was burn the body of the second.
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