Saturday, December 27, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
See how patient they are though, no shuffling or muttering. I hope the boys are like this at the airport tomorrow.
We are hopefully nearing the home straight. Our last kitten has been given away - bless you Captain Snow and may your life be filled with love and mice. We have shown our house-sitters around and explained that while the lamb does occasionally come inside, we don't encourage it. Suitcases are surrounded by highly organised piles and bedtime beckons like a... well, like a really comfortable bed might if it had arms and fingers and the ability to move them. Goodbye and I will sign off from my blog for a couple of weeks - if I am near a computer I will do the odd post. Lots and lots of love and a big happy Christmas and New Year to you all. xxooxxooxx
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
I still have a little bit of painting to catch up on but I have to admit inspiration is wearing thin. All I really feel like doing is eating rich food, drinking lots of alcaholy stuff and reading really, really good books where you become lost on another continent or if you are lucky, an entirely different world. Sounds like a holiday....
Monday, December 15, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
and Hugo gripping the irony of an orange Mexican lime.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
A little picnik collage of the preparation that went into such an amazing Christmas flurry of decorating. Jonno is sick this weekend with a terrible tummy bug so he lay on the couch keeping us company with the softly turning pages of his book. Poppa popped in conveniently at popcorn time and it all felt very festive. In fact, it is a bit of a consolation prize weekend, we were supposed to be down in Whakatane picking strawberries which I am sure we will do next year...
Well, off for a nap, we are a very tired and dare I say cranky family this weekend so a good rest will be better than therapy for morale.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Last night when Hugo was sleeping I lay next to him for a while and quietly drank in his breath. He smelt so good and hopeful and it reminded me of how, when little, I used to bound out of bed, excited to just be awake, not thinking of the day in its entirety, just concentrating on the first burst of wakefulness. Instead when I wake up I have trained my brain to think of the day as a whole, lying in bed with my feet still warm and silky, my mind, already rushed and in the kitchen planning lunch and dinner, pick ups and naps. No wonder I don't jump out full of bounce. I think there is a lesson in there somehow.
I was chuffed by the boy's joy in seeing each other this morning and loved hearing Hugo say to his older brother "It's a good day Archie".
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
I had another serious round of felting last night, I haven't had much of a chance since my first lesson with Lucy so it was quite good to flex those muscles that have been lying dormant ever since. I did notice that green wool is much better to felt with than pinky-red as it comes out looking much less like placenta.