Sydney Family Show

Ok so it did stop raining in the holidays long enough for us to fit in a quick visit to the Sydney Family Show at Moore Park with Caroline, Riley and Noah. It's a much smaller version of the Easter Show with rides, showbags and an animal farm but it's the perfect size for little ones, you can do it all in 2 hours as opposed to the whole day affair of the Easter show, which I'm not sure I'll ever be ready for . . .

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Mummy is a scaredy cat so Cazzie had to go on this with Austin



my daredevil loving the swinging chairs, this doesn't look high but it really is

the boys concentrating hard controlling the model trains



housebound holidays

So Austin's first school holidays are over and what did we do, not much really. 

All those plans we had . . . ruined by sick kids the first few days and then rain rain and more rain (and not just rain but crazy torrential, can't go anywhere kind of rain).

Yay for going back to school, there's only so much craft, books, boardgames, play-doh, baker baker, tv and movies a girl can take!

...to look on the bright side though I must just be very thankful we were in a nice spacious house rather than a pokey unit...

crazy kids

Sometimes all you can do is laugh . . .

 


lily was bathed, in her jammies and all ready for bed and then while I was distracted she decided to jump back in the bath with Austin but didnt bother taking her jammies off - not the first time she's done it either

 



another example of the Hulley kids who fall asleep anywhere and in any position, he really was completely gone to the world

 

the final breakdown . . .

After a year of endless breakdowns and hours of work keeping my dad busy, Steve's little runabout finally came to rest for the last time the other day. He broke down on the way home from work but managed to get it started again and with a few more stop/starts and me following in our car we got it close to home before it died again - and that's where it stayed until the next morning when the wreckers came to collect it. With rego due and the gearbox going it just wasn't worth fixing it, and I can't say I'll miss the little Red Bomber one little bit.

resident lorikeets

Nearly every afternoon we have a pair of Lorikeets that come into the garden and start squawking (which of course has nothing to do with the apples and watermelon we started feeding them...). They are so tame now and will even eat from Austin, which he loves of course. I am happy enough to just sit  back and watch, birds climbing on me freak me out a bit, must be because of my childhood trauma at Currumbin Bird Sanctuary in Queensland, where they used to give you trays of feed to hold and about a 1000 birds would land on you, well thats what it felt like to a 4 year old anyway.

no he isn't pulling the tail

nunu . . .

Nunu (noonoo) is one of my favourite African words, it means little bug but its also used as a term of endearment for a baby or a child. My beautiful little nephew was born on the 11th of April, yay for more love and cuddles; and the joy of watching you grow, learn and explore.

 Welcome to the world Zack Ethan James!

enough flash already

little chipmunk

My beautiful sis

Elvis



Austin's 1st Kingy

Austin has loved fishing for the last couple of years but since we got the boat he has become completely obsessed and wants to go ALL the time. For a 5 year old he has amazing stamina and patience when it comes to fishing and will stay out for hours without stopping or complaining he is bored. He doesn't sit there playing electronic games or drawing or anything either, he just fishes. Even bouts of seasickness dont stop him, he just says his tummy hurts but gets on with it. 

The other day Steve, a friend, and Austin took off at the crack of dawn to go looking for Kingfish on the Pittwater (and then out to the open sea - which Mummy wasn't too happy about when she found out). They were gone most of the day and managed to get a couple of small ones, with Austin reeling in his first Kingfish, as you can tell by the photos he was super excited!

and the fish tasted pretty good too . . .