“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
I’m about 3 weeks behind in my posts for the 52 project.
Life at the moment is chaotic, its exhausting, its relentless. But there are always magical moments, even on the very worst days.
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
One of the rare days when I managed to do craft with the kids and it didn’t end in disaster.
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
I’ve been conscious of not buying any new stuff. Our road trip is just a few months away now and we will have just one drawer each for storage.
The kids already have so many clothes and toys and Juju only ever wants to wear the same tattered pink tutu anyway.
But I think decent shoes are really important. And there’s something magical about kids jumping around in brand-spanking new shoes. (Of course Juju’s had to be pink!)
52 Project link love: How does this family with 5 kids make it look so fun?
Linking in with Jodi
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
Mowgli: He still doesn’t eat much but he knows how to use a fork.
Coco: “I’m not sharing my bike for any girl.”
Juju: Proud as punch now she knows how to ride a scooter.
52 Project link love: How incredible is this portrait of father and son?
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
We have such a girly girl. I’m not sure where it comes from.
The twins are still eating everything in their path – except food.
Week 9 of Jodi’s 52 Project.
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
Icecreams on a crazily hot day.
We’ve been melting in our uninsulated 1920′s weatherboard home.
It’s currently 35 degrees (95F) at 10pm inside the house! (And about the same inside our Airstream).
It’s our sixth day in a row of plus 30 temperatures and crazy humidity here in Melbourne. Most of Australia has had the hottest summer on record.
It’s too hot to sleep so I’m posting Week 8 of Jodi’s 52 Project a few days early.
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
And there let me wallow in glorious mud.
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
Did I mention the twins are STILL teething?
It’s been two months of hell. They don’t sleep, they don’t eat and they won’t wean. (Or stop biting). Hence the lack of written blog posts.
Sometimes I fantasise about hitching up our Airstream and skipping town. Just for one night of unbroken sleep…
“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
Our children don’t play with toys. We’ve given up buying them these days.
They have an amazing ability to make their own fun out of the most mundane items.
I just wish: a) they weren’t so destructive and b) they would learn to pick up after themselves!
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2013.”
The kids and I spent a few days in Sydney last week hanging out at a friend’s house. The tragic death of her partner was the reason we were there, but my children were oblivious to the overwhelming sadness hanging in the air. Her garden was a magical new place to explore – complete with chooks and a bunny (who thinks he’s a chook) to chase.
I was grateful for the opportunity to sit under a tree and remember an incredible man and the happy times spent drinking red wine with him in this garden.
