It's not everyday your offspring end up in a mural. I walked down the laneway next to the art gallery to find her band being very cool on a big wall. She's the little bass player on the right. If you're into metal music you might like the band Otrera.
I have a little spatula son on my kitchen window sill. He stands in for the real thing (who doesn't live at home any more) and smiles at me while I make tea. He's way more fun than a photo in a frame.
The tables are slowly turning after almost two decades of parenting. Now I get to borrow stuff from the kids. I have a new project that needs a black bow tie and my son had just the thing. Perhaps this marks the start of borrowing in this direction.
My two giant offspring rolled in together for a visit last night. I don't often get to see them together and they were both in good spirits so it was really quite a treat. All the more so because of the impromptu nature of it all. They're 16 and 18 now, a bit bigger now
The kids decided we should all learn some songs so we can play together. This in itself makes me extraordinarily happy. They wrote a list on the kitchen blackboard and over the last few days we've all been practising the very cheery 1935 tune "I'm Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself A Letter." And
I bought my couch when my second child was born because I needed to be able to read a book to my two year old while feeding the new baby. Nearly thirteen years later the three of us still fit on that couch. It's a bit cosier, but there is still room. Snuggled in between
I'm in the middle of peeing this afternoon when the doorbell rings. By the time I've pulled my pants up and opened the door, there's nobody there, but a lovely box on the doorstep. It's a delicious box of cheese and nibbles from Vegas & Rose, a birthday present from my lovely friend Karen. The
Possibly the best things I could hear:~ "Hey Mama, I went to listen to that song on youtube because I really like it, but then I realised it's not there because it's one of your songs."~ "Hey Mama, can you play your songs while I'm going to sleep?"~ Waking up on a Sunday morning to
It's the second day of 38 degrees and everyone is tired from the first week back at school. Hot, sweaty and tired, we tootled off to a delightful gig lead by one of my favourite musicians, Melbourne guitarist Jon Delaney. Gypsy jazz and jazzy Beach Boys played beautifully in a wonderful room. The small people
Sunshine, sand and smiles.Fish & Chips and icecream.Reading, eating, wandering.Kids, friends and seagulls.Sand, surf and sleeping in. This is not my boat.
