Sunday, 15 January 2017

The Rains are Here ...

Well, my last post probably explains a bit of why I've been slack on the blogging, tired you know. Actually, I've been pretty occupied (read 'busy') lately. I've been working full time at day care since Christmas as well as my four nights a week. Talk about burning the candle at both ends. Before Christmas wasn't too much better, really. I'm not sure how long this will last to tell the truth. 

We've been getting a bit of rain up here in the Far North. I guess you could say the wet season is here. It has basically rained at some stage every day since ... well since I got home from my little holiday. Better gird my loins for this one, we've got a while to go of the wet stuff (not that I am complaining, yet). The heat an humidity however is fair game on the complaining scale.

All this rain tumbling down means the area is coming back to life ... green grass, happy gardens, running rivers, soggy rain forest, WATERFALLS.

I am pretty sure the Barron Falls has made the nation news, it has certainly been all over the local news, along with the localised flooding, which really means anywhere in the the northern parts of Aus.

Last weekend we headed to Kuranda (7th Jan) to pick up some electrical business related things and I insisted on coming along and on a visit to the falls. I wasn't taking no for an answer.
The falls were certainly impressive. I am pretty sure they haven't run like that since Dec 2015, but I could be wrong, wouldn't be the first time. Let's just say that was the last time I saw them running.

All that water thundering down.
It was certainly a popular spot to visit on the weekend, everyone wanting to see the falls running after months and month and months of nothing much.

So, on the weekend, we did the whole baby belly shot thing in a different location. I've been trying to take one every week, just for me. Usually I just set up the tripod and do it myself but this time I handed the camera over to Mr Sparky. He decided to get all creative on me.

Holy cow, I'm 3rd trimester already! 28 weeks (well 28 weeks on the day this was taken, I guess that means 29 now)

So, you could say this post is a 'nearly' on time, up to date, one. Well, if up to date is a week ago, that is. You see, I planned on posting this much earlier but you know, life got in the way. Life meaning work and sleep.

Grab button for one mother hen

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Secrets and Surprises

I've seen out the old year and welcomed in the new. 
Every year is a new adventure, a new chapter to fill, a journey to continue with destination unknown and this coming year should certainly be one filled to the brim. 

We've been keeping a little something pretty quiet, our own little secret surprise.
This is one of those secrets that has been fairly well kept. Well to a certain degree. 
I've told family and friends but now it is certainly out in the open, being official in the the social media world as of the new year.

Do you want to know what it is?
Maybe you've guessed already (or maybe you've been hanging out on instagram).

Mr Sparky and I have a little Possum joining the family!

Due on the 1st of April (a little fool like its daddy), there are somewhere around 13weeks until we meet this little one. While I am happy to have it baking away for now, I can't wait ... we can't wait!

We are keeping everyone in suspense, and frustrating a few, by not finding out whether Possum is a girl or boy. 
By the way did you know how hard it is to find neutral clothes at the moment? 
To start off with I thought I would really want to know but know I like the fact that I don't.
Mr Sparky is voting boy (of cause) and I really don't have a clue.

We haven't done much in the way of finding baby stuff. I've found a couple of suits and singlets and been gifted a few more. We also came home from Christmas loaded with some handmade goodies to keep our tropical bub, snug. I love having such creative and talented family members!

 So now I've let you in on our little secret, that is definitely not a secret any more, I'm off to do some bump growing.

Have you had any good secrets brewing lately?

Sunday, 1 January 2017

And along came 2017

Another year has ended and a new one begun.
New adventures to have.
New memories to make.

I watched the sun set on 2016 and thought of how much has happened over the last 12 months.

The ups and downs and the memories made.

I have thought many times 'it was a good year'.

So as a new year starts, here is to another 'good' year!

One filled with ups and downs.

One with many sunrises and sunsets.

A year filled with family and friends.

Days and weeks full of precious moments.

A year that challenges and pushes, making comfort zones bigger.

A year that brings laughter and joy.

One that helps dreams come true no matter how big or small.

 I hope your new year brings you this and so much more.

I'm not that into the whole 'a new year is a new beginning'.

It just isn't. 
There is a story that comes before that is needed to make this one what it is.

It is more a writing new chapters, or maybe picking one up half way through. 
It is adding to that book of your life.

So I am off to add to my book, and hopefully live it well.

Enjoy living your story, it is yours after all.

May this year bring you all that you need.

Happy New Year!

I spent my New Year's Eve playing Uno with family, having fun with sparklers and, because we managed to stay awake that long (just), watching the Sydney fireworks on t.v. We were making memories.

How did you spend your New Years?


Friday, 30 December 2016

Christmas Day

Our family Christmas is, in a word, chaotic. It is however, a chaos we enjoy. A business full of fun, laughter, silliness, craziness and togetherness.
This year we came to the end of a long and lovely day feeling that it had been a good one. No drama, no meltdowns (unless you count the 3yr old who hadn't had a sleep) and plenty of everyone getting in a helping out so everyone could enjoy the day.
What was going to be Christmas with 14 turned into Christmas lunch with 18 and a very nice group it was, filled with plenty of giggles (and not just because of the grog because most of us were stone cold sober).

Of cause, Christmas Eve left us in a flurry of present wrapping while watching carols on t.v and impatiently waiting for a certain young sir (bro S) to go to bed, so that his stocking could be stuffed and final gifts wrapped. It seems to be a bit a tradition, this last minute wrapping.

I woke up early Christmas morning, as I had been doing every morning. Just in time for sunrise.

A quiet start to the day, after less than enough sleep. It was perfect.

Breakfast had by all and a rush to get out the door for a 7am service. The early Christmas service was a good way to start the day, presents could happen after instead of being rushed before. It was good to have a quick catch up with everyone too, it has been a while since I've seen them.

Back at home we squashed into to lounge room and waited, now that everyone was there.

Waiting is hard when you are 3 and 1.5 years old. My nieces were brimming with excitement and so was bro S. Well honestly, who isn't early on Christmas day.

Then the present opening and copious amounts of paper being strewn around happened. Actually, we have the paper thing down to an art, although this year required a grain bag rather than the normal washing basket for collection.

Gifts were given and faces watched for reactions, we do love the act of giving gifts around here, as a adult it is my favourite part (although the receiving is pretty great too).

Everyone scored well and I hope they all enjoyed their gifts. I know I did.

Then it was time for morning tea, the Christmas cake, a bit of a relax and the putting together of gifts before lunch preparations were started. The extra 4 arrived, another Aunt and Uncle along with cousin and Grandfather. Salads were thrown together, punch mixed and the table laid. It was ham (both baked and fresh), roast chicken and roast beef all round with whatever combination of sides you preferred. Food was passed up and down the table, conversations enjoyed, laughter and teasing and of cause bellies too full, especially once the trifle and plum pudding were devoured.

An afternoon of catching up, chatting and plain old silliness kept things mellow and light. Kids on the trampoline and adults playing with plastic jumping frogs that came in the bonbons. Some had naps and some did not. We had a few showers come across during Christmas lunch so the afternoon was pleasant and not too hot. The extras left, bikes were ridden, pigs fed and piglets played with. A dinner of leftovers was prepared and then everyone headed home for a early-ish night with smiles on their dials and that feeling of family belonging.

It was a lovely Christmas, especially as it was my first home after 3 years of not being able to come.

I hope your Christmas was a great one too!