2007 in Pictures
1 January 2008, 08:19
Christmas Breakfast in Newcastle
Scout’s First brush with the law in December
Scout enjoys a little Spring Racing action in November
Kinki’s appearance on Temptation. Filmed in July - shown in August.
Scout turns 18 months in July
Scout’s First Mother’s Day Craft in May
Permanent Link | CommentsSeven Year Itch
31 December 2007, 08:26
I have to say I’ve been uninspired to write very regularly of late (says I after 4 posts in a row). Truth is my life is rather uneventful and whilst I would love to keep sharing photos of Scout with you as she grows up and out, that can’t be very interesting to anyone but me. Or her as she loves looking at photos of herself.
Most of my energies have gone into channeling Scout by way of Wrigglepot , which pings my creative tuning fork more than recounting the peculiarities of my day ad nauseum.
But I’m coming up to the 7 year Itch with this blog, enjoying a love/hate relationship with it and am finding it mentally challenging to consider giving it up entirely, so I’m not sure what to do. Perhaps a redesign will reinspire me? Change the focus to an irreverent parenting blog and piss a lot of people off? I seem to do this without even thinking in real life so won’t be difficult on the web.
Have others felt this lack of spirit with their blogs? What have you done in this situation and did it work??? I need help!
Aftermath
30 December 2007, 09:01
In Newcastle, Scout was obsessed with two things - Chickens (aka “didditch” accompanied by flap of her arms) and the Pool. Back in Melbourne, every single morning she’s woken up and said, with a hopeful flap of her arms;
“Mummy!” Daddy!” “Didditch?” “Pool?”
Christmas Montage
29 December 2007, 16:02
I'm dreaming of a Dry Christmas
28 December 2007, 08:41
8 days. 7 adults. 3 families. 1 toddler. 1 House.
Considering the stats, we didn’t pull up so badly over Christmas. Uncle John accommodated us, McG’s folks and his own daughters in his Newcastle home and with 8 very different personalities zooming around within 4 walls it could have been quite the hothouse, but it was terrific fun. I feel blessed that McG’s family have welcomed me with open arms, but I’m forgetting that, hell, I’m distantly related to them even without being married to McG (sorry)!
Christmas Day was a dry Christmas for me, though. I’d had a particularly dodgy batch of Baileys on Saturday night and thought the violent heave-hoing at 2am on Sunday was a direct consequence of mixing this Baileys with red wine and rum (not in the same glass) but by Christmas Day (Tuesday) I was still sick and the thought of quaffing even a small glass of champagne (Bollinger no less) queased me right up. I couldn’t even face my own Cassata sensation! It was only on Friday, when we were firmly ensconced back in our Melbourne home, that I started to feel better.
Scout sure made up for her mum’s weak-as-piss liver, though - the “poor” mite, who’d had but a skerrick of processed sugar in her short life, had 3 of her grandma’s massive honey biscuits (special recipe), countless (shot) glasses of punch (hopefully not alcoholic, but by the end of lunch it was difficult to tell which carafe was which), pavlova, whipped cream and chocolate santas. No wonder she was ricocheting off the walls.
