tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13338819456588966592024-03-19T14:38:47.296+11:00Little Red HouseJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-41569081006280009752011-08-01T10:30:00.009+10:002011-08-01T13:32:17.603+10:00Something different- dirt playdough<p>I love how the interwebs can lead you on a journey to discover lots of new ideas for stuff to do with kids. I am always bookmarking ideas but never actually do them but when I saw this one I thought it was time to give something a go.<br /><br />I saw this link for dirt playdough on the great site <a href="http://childhood101.com/playopedia/">Playopedia</a> set up by Childhood 101.<br /><br />You can access the link directly <a href="http://www.heidisrecipes.com/2011/03/dirt-play-dough-recipe.html">here</a> and seeing we regularly play with homemade playdough I thought why not mix it up a bit and do something different from the normal food colouring. The idea is to add cocoa to give it a dirt/brown colour.<br /><br />I like to make my playdough using a non-cook method from the book Small Fry, Inspiration for Cooking with Kids by Susie Cameron and Katrina Cook.<br /><br />The recipe requires the combination of: </p><br /><br /><ul><br /><br /><li>1 cup salt<br /><br /><li>2 cups plain flour<br /><br /><li>2 tablespoons cream of tartar </li></ul><br /><br /><p>Mix these together then add 2 cups boiling water and 2 tablespoons of vegetable oil (combined) and of course your desired colouring. In this instance though I added a 1/2 to 3/4 cup of cocoa powder to give the "dirt" appearance. Now mix it all together, turn out onto a floured bench and knead it together<br /></p><br /><br /><p align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9WS31txA8I82EX0digUOvNEoZnde3MI6uHZS6hpF54QiVFqJ_Lo44nbmYNDFFnLJXJ3_qG453MIp8w-26zMhhmlomguoC1JAX1JRjLS0RMk9ViYjJ_uezxVOwY4cC_m5i41OnGWGs3s/s1600/P1070890.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635723562929802306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9WS31txA8I82EX0digUOvNEoZnde3MI6uHZS6hpF54QiVFqJ_Lo44nbmYNDFFnLJXJ3_qG453MIp8w-26zMhhmlomguoC1JAX1JRjLS0RMk9ViYjJ_uezxVOwY4cC_m5i41OnGWGs3s/s320/P1070890.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY9WS31txA8I82EX0digUOvNEoZnde3MI6uHZS6hpF54QiVFqJ_Lo44nbmYNDFFnLJXJ3_qG453MIp8w-26zMhhmlomguoC1JAX1JRjLS0RMk9ViYjJ_uezxVOwY4cC_m5i41OnGWGs3s/s1600/P1070890.JPG"></a></p><br /><br />Overall the mix was slightly stickier than normal but some extra flour helped with this. I have to say it smells so yummy, a bit like a chocolate cake!<br /><br />We used ours to make tracks with the tyres on our cars and rolled it into balls to make rocks, the next day it became ice cream for pretend ice cream cones. One week on it still smells great and I have enjoyed trying something different to the normal food colouring.<br /><br />Why not give it a try the next time you make some play dough!<br /><br /><br /><p><em>Do you like making playdough or do you buy it? Do you add anything to your mix to make it a bit different?</em></p><br /><br />Jen<br /><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.heidisrecipes.com/2011/03/dirt-play-dough-recipe.html"></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-67379967871749972762011-07-26T20:20:00.007+10:002011-07-26T20:44:44.926+10:00Shy girl in the corner - a follow upLast week I wrote <a href="http://littleredhouse-jr.blogspot.com/2011/07/shy-girl-in-corner.html">here</a> that I was feeling tentative towards taking Joshua along to the local playgroup. It was really nice to have friends share their experiences in meeting new people and this helped me to take the plunge today and go along.<br /><br />It starts at 10am and when I drove up there was nobody there so I sat in the car for a few minutes and then a few cars arrived, at this point I almost didn't get out of the car but looked at Joshua and made myself do it.<br /><br />Well, what can I say, all the other Mums were lovely and most of the kids were Joshua's age. I felt really welcome and he had a great time exploring the sand pit, cubby and the toys that were put out. Turns out that the group has only been meeting there since January so I guess a lot of the friendships were still new.<br /><br />I thought that there might have been a few more activities for the kids to do like craft, painting or playdough but it didn't really matter as Joshua was having heaps of fun anyway.<br /><br />So all up I hope that we can go again next week. I think that it is really important for Josh to spend time with other kids without Emily and it was enjoyable to meet some other local people. I have always wanted to feel more connected to the local community and I think that this is one way I can do that.<br /><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-3424981499198209432011-07-19T12:44:00.004+10:002011-07-19T13:01:12.712+10:00The shy girl in the corner?<div>It is hard sometimes to be critical of yourself and wonder why you act in a certain way but I think it is important to acknowledge the parts of yourself that you can improve on.<br /><br />One of my major weaknesses is meeting new people. Way back when I was always the shy girl in the corner to nervous to branch out and introduce herself and start a conversation with someone, at uni and at work I have always been like that. Now as a parent I sometimes fall into the same trap.<br /><br />For more than a year I have been telling myself that I should take Joshua along to the local playgroup. This would give him an opportunity to have some fun playtime with other kids when Emily is at preschool and become familiar with a different environment that is not always being with Mum. But I am holding myself back, too nervous to walk into a room of strangers and introduce myself. I know I need to do it for Joshua's benefit but I can't seem to make myself, I am just not self confident enough.<br /><br />Geez, this is a pretty honest post from me but now that I have written it down I am going to work out a strategy to get on with it. Maybe next week I might just get there.<br /><br /><em>Have you ever felt nervous going to meet new people, how did you manage it?</em></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-55618383041998656782011-07-14T07:43:00.015+10:002011-07-14T08:43:31.410+10:00This place where we live<div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>I love exploring this beautiful place where we live. Finding a new place that makes you wonder "why don't we do things like this every week" and has the kids exclaiming "wow".</div><div>The last time we explored was last year so yesterday we explored a local nature reserve, Kincumber Mountain. It was freezing and windy but we braved it anyway and the beanies actually stayed on the little heads so it must have been cold.</div><div> </div><div> We took a short walk down a little track to what Ems dubbed "the bear cave", after the book We're Going on a Bear Hunt. It was only 300m one way but there were big rock overhangs, tall gnarly trees, mud, moss, old banksia men trees, massive dead tree stumps, lots of sticks for Josh to pick up and of course a cave. It was hidden and felt secluded apart from the distant hum of earth moving equipment coming across the<br />valley.<br /></div><div><div>These are the days I want to remember</div></div><div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSzRlCOUmSptXlvNqMB0yi7NqtyCEoco2lHOZXRjCKHGMO8f3ZWZgS8eYD-XBIbiKGQUPsxe_6bEsucUKDKI5REKKy61gxse1ukkUokl893VoX8nfCzSC07a-RFZFZHz2w8TIjm9TeEo/s1600/P1070877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px; height: 240px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628965806109552898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSzRlCOUmSptXlvNqMB0yi7NqtyCEoco2lHOZXRjCKHGMO8f3ZWZgS8eYD-XBIbiKGQUPsxe_6bEsucUKDKI5REKKy61gxse1ukkUokl893VoX8nfCzSC07a-RFZFZHz2w8TIjm9TeEo/s320/P1070877.JPG" /></a></div><div>Having fun together, exploring and learning new things in the great outdoors. I have a great love for being outside that was fostered when I was younger so I hope that Ems and Josh want to choose doing things like this as they grow up.<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> I am resolved to do this more often, so many great places to explore here on the coast. Now off to planning our next adventure. </div><div> </div><div>Jen</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-25079250528284705642011-07-05T08:06:00.006+10:002011-07-05T09:34:11.035+10:00Today is my Dad's birthdayToday is my Dad's birthday, he is fifty eight today.<br /><br /><div></div><br />Except he isn't here to celebrate with us anymore but I like to remember it anyway and will always mention it to my sisters and Ashley when the 5th of July comes around each year.<br /><br /><div></div><br />For a long time after he died I was very sad and could hardly talk about it to anybody but now fifteen years later the words come a lot easier but there is still a tear in my eyes as I write this.<br /><br /><div></div><br />I find that it is good to remember him and reflect but not to dwell on it. Life is what it is and we can't change it, I know that my Dad is watching down on us and knows that we are okay.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s1600/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625634819754325282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s320/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s1600/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG"></a></div></div><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s1600/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div>(This is the last photo I have with my Dad. I was 17 at the time)</div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s1600/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG"></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s1600/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-gLWAnb7U-sHQJYG8F_5HLibk9l-UI3r-j1brVsfZw8V-OLAa4Yyq_CwB93oQJVFaUsLmiRIs99HkCm-8POEqrnYzbgDshmw7P4sWaK05CViVUMDT2LJOElD8S4vpZrHPc9GK_-QA_IQ/s1600/David+%252B+Jennifer.JPG"></a></div><br /><br />I decided recently that I wanted to record more of my memories of him, as I get older the recollections of him are fading and I don't want to forget. So I have resolved to start a journal of memories, maybe one day Emily and Joshua might like to read it.<br /><br />So start of the collection, I do remember that my dad was a health nut and did not have the taste for sugar, so much so that at times when we would make a cake to celebrate a family birthday we would only put icing on half of it so that he didn't have to endure the icing that we all thought was glorious. I particularly remember doing this with a carrot cake one year. Lucky for me I didn't inherit this one and love a good bit of icing.<br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday DadJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-77708278599671813402011-06-30T14:28:00.000+10:002011-07-05T09:21:00.915+10:00Our Little Red House is seven todayI always remember this day, it is a bit like a birthday in our family; the purchase of our first house, as in <strong>the</strong> Little Red House that is the namesake of this blog.<br /><br />Seven years ago, way back then, we were young and had little idea of what we were doing. The house itself was stuck in a 70's time warp and had little work done since its construction in 1971. The retired owners spent much time inside and had no real love for the back or front yards. The house was mouldy, smelly and dirty. I didn't take many photos but I didn't need to, the memory is etched permanently into my head.<br /><br />At the time the house was the best of a bad lot and we were desperate to buy something, I guess it turned out okay but not without a whole lot of hard work and money spent to renovate it. The only original internal fixtures left today are the kitchen bench and cabinets, everything else we have replaced.<br /><br />Today our family fills the house with lots of laughter and fun as Ems and Josh gallivant around playing together with our dog Zorro never too far behind them. We might be starting to grow out of it but for the next few years our Little Red House will be just fine.<br /><br />Happy anniversary house, I love that we are creating some great memories here and look forward to another year here and perhaps a little more scheming to improve you with a new project being sketched out at the moment but more on that another time.<br /><br />And just in case you were wondering our Little Red House is in fact <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>red, as in red brick!</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">How very seventies.</span><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-18544002709914335742011-06-28T22:48:00.000+10:002011-06-28T22:49:20.719+10:00Our backyard project; where did we end up you ask?Seriously how fast does time go? Looking back to <a href="http://littleredhouse-jr.blogspot.com/2010/08/backyard-dreaming.html">one of my very first posts</a> written in August 2010 I proclaimed that Ash and I were planning a landscaping project to makeover our fairly dull backyard.<br /><br />Almost one year on I thought it might be about time to record exactly where we ended up. I will be the first to admit that perhaps it didn't end up as planned but the completed work is amazing and I am in love with my backyard! I spend time every day pottering around while the kids play and dreaming up what comes next.<br /><br />We didn't quite get to building the pergola and I think it would have ended up being way to imposing on our small space, the fairy garden is still coming together and of course lots of the plants are still mini sized as they await spring/summer growth but overall the garden is relaxing, fun for the kids to play in and enjoyable to share with our friends and family.<br /><br />I never thought that our backyard could be a place that both the kids and I actually want to spend time in.<br /><br />Here are some pictures to share the garden love with you<img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623248040191943650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNulndJvM15w2LSVVw27GazFM74oREFCQ_vWb6vWhKgtjfPLgtD2X4wvTiI_b25rim7WUAA86hh8znPq21uvtwTuh6Qi6Ji5DPu0dxhJ5vbH1WGBi7QBYUVwWFd3aXpjfth4Y2R3NfVk/s320/P1070491.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzFrEsXjOsrNlZ9oqyBwgp9-AvVi6YNGffEp6xzITw_0GcQFf8gOI843_NeHKJpBonph5PrnRnyeSexEZcws-HJmrN8zRlikiL_RsW_Q4Fy9wtvFZpuP-XVqWGgMMNOU2_gQzbclv0BQ/s1600/P1070490.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623249687895599234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzFrEsXjOsrNlZ9oqyBwgp9-AvVi6YNGffEp6xzITw_0GcQFf8gOI843_NeHKJpBonph5PrnRnyeSexEZcws-HJmrN8zRlikiL_RsW_Q4Fy9wtvFZpuP-XVqWGgMMNOU2_gQzbclv0BQ/s320/P1070490.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhL80_i717_SoRtTJmfPPnsea-qaZmsYQPyN8gWY1jkLCl6sHvDSOV4OW7ZL3wnmlWoFLyXU8_O3UY5h9Taz_yfgfhP2-SjOdr2EJlXcHZatvnxv5I4vcVYhmASAH3t8zoRIGgGfgKqs/s1600/P1070622.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623248029244789554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnhL80_i717_SoRtTJmfPPnsea-qaZmsYQPyN8gWY1jkLCl6sHvDSOV4OW7ZL3wnmlWoFLyXU8_O3UY5h9Taz_yfgfhP2-SjOdr2EJlXcHZatvnxv5I4vcVYhmASAH3t8zoRIGgGfgKqs/s320/P1070622.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjVK9QP6XBHHWY6riro868p38p5DmY44-Eb8JYLUelXRyrvztew1wV28ZrZ7R4XrVUWbNPMoD3RkGUPL1CG1M16beOA65lcnTTLcucYKpVHbcVeIKWs_Q4qjbcYzBoe1YqFC-iPevweo/s1600/P1070486.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623248026232981090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjVK9QP6XBHHWY6riro868p38p5DmY44-Eb8JYLUelXRyrvztew1wV28ZrZ7R4XrVUWbNPMoD3RkGUPL1CG1M16beOA65lcnTTLcucYKpVHbcVeIKWs_Q4qjbcYzBoe1YqFC-iPevweo/s320/P1070486.JPG" /></a><br /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-52657626270247877182011-06-21T14:27:00.008+10:002011-06-23T13:11:50.957+10:00Make it yourself challenge; week oneI have myself a new little project.<br /><br />Now that Emily and Josh can play more independently together for short periods of time I am finding a little bit more time to do things other than housework! Woo hoo for that I say.<br /><br />So after gathering some ideas from magazines, blogs and cookbooks and my new love pinterest, I thought that I would try to make something from scratch each week. That being something one could otherwise buy in the supermarket. I figured that I could improve my skills in the kitchen and see whether it is more cost effective to make something yourself than buy it. I guess it is to see how self sufficient one can be. If it works and tastes good then I may or may not keep making it, I guess we will see.<br /><br />For my first week I tried hommus. Straight forward with simple ingredients. I used dried chickpeas, soaked them overnight then cooked them. All was going well with the ingredients in the food processor when I took the lid off to see how it was going, then a little chubby hand popped up onto the counter and pulled down the lid. There it lay on the floor with the locking mechanism snapped off.<br /><br />Ahh, I felt so disappointed, the food processor is now useless and the whole lot had to go as I had no other way of blending it up. No hommus for us this week.<br /><br />The joys of cooking with little people around.<br /><br />Next week I am going to try and make some bread <strong>without </strong>my bread maker. Fingers crossed!<br /><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-19309937241916872812011-06-21T14:27:00.006+10:002011-06-21T21:14:17.991+10:00Shopping from the garden, tonight for dinner.....Finally our winter vegetable crops are coming into their prime. Today I was able to pick all our vegies for dinner from the garden. It sure made for a yummy chicken fried rice and it feels so good to be self sufficient (at least for one meal a week).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnLvM9a4vTeTo3OcasREp1AXOswGr0rgDJL_Y5mYCn0QCXhJVugy-Zur4_XU4ziEVzaPD7RhIFvK97FPEViBN2Lztku3prCvQndO-nCBQ1YNLVAxrbey5QTUm9_u5PM5T2jq9vDXHOaE/s1600/P1070679.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620627863784374818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnLvM9a4vTeTo3OcasREp1AXOswGr0rgDJL_Y5mYCn0QCXhJVugy-Zur4_XU4ziEVzaPD7RhIFvK97FPEViBN2Lztku3prCvQndO-nCBQ1YNLVAxrbey5QTUm9_u5PM5T2jq9vDXHOaE/s320/P1070679.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnLvM9a4vTeTo3OcasREp1AXOswGr0rgDJL_Y5mYCn0QCXhJVugy-Zur4_XU4ziEVzaPD7RhIFvK97FPEViBN2Lztku3prCvQndO-nCBQ1YNLVAxrbey5QTUm9_u5PM5T2jq9vDXHOaE/s1600/P1070679.JPG"></a></p><br />(Wombok, snow peas, carrots, brocolli, lemongrass and shallots)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It would be great to have this much to pick every day but I feel that I would need a much bigger space to grow a bigger crop but at least if we can pick some of the days of the week then I am one happy home gardener.<br /><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-49163831757022932032011-06-09T21:22:00.003+10:002011-06-10T22:12:14.605+10:00The elusive sleeping child, where are you?Four weeks ago, little Joshua decided to experiment with a little bit of monkey business; attempting to climb out of his cot, caught red handed with one leg up and over his cot. Never having had that problem with Emily, I was a bit surprised, but hey little J has always been a climber. So off came the cot sides and on went a rail, hey presto, toddler bed.<br /><br />Four weeks on and what an exhausting time we have been having!<br /><br />I have spent countless hours putting Josh back in his bed after he has climbed out, patting him to sleep and sitting beside him waiting for him to go to sleep and even when desperate, lying down next to him (I know desperate times call for desperate measures, as they say)<br /><br />This week I thought we had cracked it, we tried playing some lullaby music on my IPhone as this seems to help Emily drift off to sleep quickly and it seemed to have worked. He stayed in his bed! Woo hoo, happy dance, I even boasted to my sister that I had it sussed.<br /><br />Alas, I spoke to soon, tonight he was back to his old tricks. That is the thing with kids and sleep, they go through several stages from birth to growing child and through each stage there is a new challenge. Say, moving from wrapping to not wrapping a baby, transitioning from two day sleeps to one day sleep then to no day sleep. I guess I feel comfortable when I have it worked out and sleep is golden and easy but it never seems to last too long and we head back into the next transition.<br /><br />At least Emily is sound asleep in minutes at the moment, I wonder what her next transition might be, staying up later in the evening perhaps. Fingers crossed it might be a while away yet!<br /><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-82962731945188682372011-06-06T14:51:00.008+10:002011-06-06T16:04:34.074+10:00A little bit of cousin love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIOJTJLZOUc-xNGbnxgyT4bw5tk-Gedqq9R4502COzkrOWTix35yqBM8JqktjSQ7dViHQJemiuypEtcRhDnvjgD2b2RJHkVW28OwQLTlBBxYZ25WMMhiEjrxIIUo4p0PduoJsQTdFo1w/s1600/P1070260.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614980229226151170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIIOJTJLZOUc-xNGbnxgyT4bw5tk-Gedqq9R4502COzkrOWTix35yqBM8JqktjSQ7dViHQJemiuypEtcRhDnvjgD2b2RJHkVW28OwQLTlBBxYZ25WMMhiEjrxIIUo4p0PduoJsQTdFo1w/s400/P1070260.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today our beautiful niece Issy turns two. Happy birthday big girl. Yesterday we gathered for a lovely family celebration for the occasion, complete with bbq lunch and a yummy 'Hoot' birthday cake. As Emily, Joshua and Issy were all playing happily together I reflected that having a cousin to play with is wonderful, an instant friend for a little person. Someone to spends lots of relaxing time with, learn to share possessions and attention with and generally have lots of fun together.<br /><br />The three of them are very lucky to have the opportunity to spend a lot of time together and I hope that this makes for a strong friendship together as they get older, but in the meantime we love getting together to play every week with our cousin Issy.<br /><br /><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614981015447024018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyybW5QmUyUi4SqjHEKDEc6Mnuc0395bUontC2ytPqK6ZuJDFB2pdjaw8JGU3Lcl4x-DXiYdRLjMzvHJTFhTspRTpYCBrCw1p0ewnE7G7Rp9l_ZAUB6I7QvPjKBdafUqC12EK0T6hXnA/s400/P1070595.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hope you have a wonderful birthday Issy from your family living in the Little Red House.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-32488148039504067792011-04-24T18:47:00.001+10:002011-04-24T19:36:53.959+10:00Today you are 2Today my boy you are 2, for two years you have made life so much more fun, your beautiful sunny yet cheeky nature brightens even the dullest of days. You are very affectionate and love "cuggles" and kisses.<br /><br /><div><br /><div>Your favourite thing would have to be Thomas the Tank Engine, which you describe in a excited "toot toot" but alas the words Thomas or Train have not appeared yet, it seems your big sister can do a lot of your talking for you. You also love looking at books, playing the the lego or annoying the dog, digging in the sandpit and anything outside.<br /></div><br /><div>You love playing with Emily, she is your most special friend and can make fun with you without any toys around from teaching you to climb over the arms of the lounge or pretending to eat food off the floor like a dog, there isn't much that the two of you won't try together. It is wonderful that you have each other to share your life with. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This year you have learnt so much; how to feed yourself, walk, talk (we at least a bit), how to get yourself off to sleep unassisted, and so much more. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As a little boy you love making noise and crashing things around, not to mention that you love putting on a show for some attention, your current special is pretending to roar like a bear! So cute.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDmgVxvvdCZDNlFMwiV6ksX7owtibltNQcrqUaQ5oUc-pu8SsPgMa8IWvRRZ9pAlZl5m593AOw1cxaCQuKiQMIICR2VkxMIGvg5ZPyBoqxP3gxPXnyZ9ePWTAaD2NEtKByiuVufqqKmg/s1600/P1020729.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599079196509163154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMDmgVxvvdCZDNlFMwiV6ksX7owtibltNQcrqUaQ5oUc-pu8SsPgMa8IWvRRZ9pAlZl5m593AOw1cxaCQuKiQMIICR2VkxMIGvg5ZPyBoqxP3gxPXnyZ9ePWTAaD2NEtKByiuVufqqKmg/s400/P1020729.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUN1kcSlxVtdFQVuSRYG5sUD4nAKpbjJajtbYUTqAOJjSkC1gltdP8cJx0tXAwpuzRbEIW0lWeQ8olmLAWifIjfB6DP_PlWKlZ68rhYYzcAW1efj6c4aD_MjtBUAE4o8zFeiPcNY36Z64/s1600/P1040606.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599079203695882658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUN1kcSlxVtdFQVuSRYG5sUD4nAKpbjJajtbYUTqAOJjSkC1gltdP8cJx0tXAwpuzRbEIW0lWeQ8olmLAWifIjfB6DP_PlWKlZ68rhYYzcAW1efj6c4aD_MjtBUAE4o8zFeiPcNY36Z64/s400/P1040606.JPG" /></a> In retrospect, this is what you looked like a few days after birth </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And on your first birthday</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeLtovpdUSsWPIxpCX0I9unzgNGCrpNrMqVQUN7i0VcCN3tUdDYyws2CNx5V9H2ambPJqragxozmNdAJqbD-liZFGk00Hz9jJRDzIBCf3xu92S-Xrx4Kem3cSRBU-E1JgBz7c8URdcfk/s1600/P1070257_edited-1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599079207525494146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeLtovpdUSsWPIxpCX0I9unzgNGCrpNrMqVQUN7i0VcCN3tUdDYyws2CNx5V9H2ambPJqragxozmNdAJqbD-liZFGk00Hz9jJRDzIBCf3xu92S-Xrx4Kem3cSRBU-E1JgBz7c8URdcfk/s400/P1070257_edited-1.JPG" /></a><br /><br />And today after enjoying your cake.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All our love Joshie boy, may your third year of life be even more fun and exciting</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jen </div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-85987260150976782552011-02-09T12:37:00.000+11:002011-02-09T12:50:22.749+11:00Big girls first preschool adventure<div>After 8 long weeks since we finished attending day care, Emily finally started preschool yesterday. </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTRc-pSMeeOlZuhiEMblPDJ7XWUeiE2KaBZGIYEY_IIyaK9hshujDvCvanLo1iIqCLQU4UwX47CZoF5P51PDcEafItck3NF_qVZ-rnhsVO4ERclKyu8MawJiEdedhGEwFuorpa3VFdGI/s1600/P1060985.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571500894234824098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTRc-pSMeeOlZuhiEMblPDJ7XWUeiE2KaBZGIYEY_IIyaK9hshujDvCvanLo1iIqCLQU4UwX47CZoF5P51PDcEafItck3NF_qVZ-rnhsVO4ERclKyu8MawJiEdedhGEwFuorpa3VFdGI/s400/P1060985.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>I arrived expecting some anxiety and tears but she happily ran off to play without a backwards glance and I had to call out to even get a goodbye. Why is that I always underestimate her? I felt so proud of her and almost teared up as Josh and I walked away. </div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnpF9A1rW99cQKsiABA_R_1LvHKl2s98IBWQbQJFPmPUk9atnbRBOKvL5HzlJcK_PYFa5clMvrYzjDvfffnzU9FdUidONAPsIWhpGHkvNNLD0WaSnPPZEW9fpbbYJclA8FZGU83dnGUo/s1600/IMG_1049.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499913221685522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfnpF9A1rW99cQKsiABA_R_1LvHKl2s98IBWQbQJFPmPUk9atnbRBOKvL5HzlJcK_PYFa5clMvrYzjDvfffnzU9FdUidONAPsIWhpGHkvNNLD0WaSnPPZEW9fpbbYJclA8FZGU83dnGUo/s400/IMG_1049.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZeN8vtxKvcaa13gYi_wx4cXLX6-AISiCoyrS_olZvKMOxzM86n6TEuunMn5LuPGHx9_LEPh0ouiPwX1QPb9DY-5EMvRVldzO3-3yHJ9jsnU3eZskZOhH3jVSuTOOQC-0b964HQlR8JQ/s1600/IMG_1066.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571499924309108258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9ZeN8vtxKvcaa13gYi_wx4cXLX6-AISiCoyrS_olZvKMOxzM86n6TEuunMn5LuPGHx9_LEPh0ouiPwX1QPb9DY-5EMvRVldzO3-3yHJ9jsnU3eZskZOhH3jVSuTOOQC-0b964HQlR8JQ/s400/IMG_1066.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>In the afternoon I was glad to hear that she had a great day and was already joining in with her new friends and teachers. She even presented me with a necklace she had made!</div><br /><div>It was a big decision to move to a new centre but I think we made the right choice and I am sure that her time there over the next 1-2 years will go along way to helping her get ready for big school.</div><br /><div>Needless to say Emily is a bit tired today but looking forward to her second day at preschool tomorrow.</div><br /><div>Jen </div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-38832176933511417342011-01-29T20:15:00.000+11:002011-01-29T21:00:48.532+11:00Some Hipstamatic funI love trying to take photos as often as I can and when out and about my iphone is a great way to keep this up. I only just started playing with a new app I downloaded called Hipstamatic. I love, love the way it makes photos look. Here are a few of my favourites<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oGgHyfQUfq7ZwobXCoh6Iv-9KB2P24lOKSr6UeelRKPXsnT-DbZ0ak33PLqu7dKa7QYUYMqx5ZdNnYUpVGzqqD-JXCOwO3adT_31AA8MVtESDpU_Vz8lsYGVUIxkIHwxHz7MQAxwAiw/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567535027572880770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oGgHyfQUfq7ZwobXCoh6Iv-9KB2P24lOKSr6UeelRKPXsnT-DbZ0ak33PLqu7dKa7QYUYMqx5ZdNnYUpVGzqqD-JXCOwO3adT_31AA8MVtESDpU_Vz8lsYGVUIxkIHwxHz7MQAxwAiw/s400/IMG_1024.JPG" /></a>The Gosford waterfront<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TW_9ywxQCHJ9xXDFmL-yb4yZpRb8T9jspmc_Cdgxic05NLJB6xpwaTLED4qH-dpuGdXaJDpgVRwYjSBfcddiwePKKJFsamtosCoz3aRhTnyu78zRCG6FA-UWykCJ8fzpXM19Vb2wKHk/s1600/IMG_1029.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567544479292075538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2TW_9ywxQCHJ9xXDFmL-yb4yZpRb8T9jspmc_Cdgxic05NLJB6xpwaTLED4qH-dpuGdXaJDpgVRwYjSBfcddiwePKKJFsamtosCoz3aRhTnyu78zRCG6FA-UWykCJ8fzpXM19Vb2wKHk/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Em at a little beach next to Gosford pool, taken this morning</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij14zWjjUq3lqfnzQ_7CHGkglod9C4KZt-9q3xYZq6cujnRSsKwDua84RfB2SobGbBwbJMdyGIahEmWW3W8i-Y1P0SCdAfxc6qIxl4r8LtXE3r0NBazQEj6GNb11QIT9Bpl5OYQbvcN8w/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567535027947738898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij14zWjjUq3lqfnzQ_7CHGkglod9C4KZt-9q3xYZq6cujnRSsKwDua84RfB2SobGbBwbJMdyGIahEmWW3W8i-Y1P0SCdAfxc6qIxl4r8LtXE3r0NBazQEj6GNb11QIT9Bpl5OYQbvcN8w/s400/IMG_1025.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUy3zbGpcx11QdFV_kMm1dLR5977n_XBCXnuzwS7VgFgwIffpNtNpzlAp2ymzaTmTT-FirZVSdSStr9aULiyF8DwTRs0MEqFdhTTwi013RnFu29O0KvgitN5l13oyiFZM1L7X4DMCVpUA/s1600/IMG_1019.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567535026776320770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUy3zbGpcx11QdFV_kMm1dLR5977n_XBCXnuzwS7VgFgwIffpNtNpzlAp2ymzaTmTT-FirZVSdSStr9aULiyF8DwTRs0MEqFdhTTwi013RnFu29O0KvgitN5l13oyiFZM1L7X4DMCVpUA/s400/IMG_1019.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Friday afternoon piklets in the backyard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vLmbktjeaJT0hVixe_uRFUKF2LIUNUL1-5eIPfRE2a659lPeaWozjWgf2RjAScENlit7p_n9N_rKZBhlL4NuiFI8bgGC4W55i_UUKYhSr6QwvfCXLhjQF3a0TVSqVb2p-uqMc13iNS8/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567535016173342210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vLmbktjeaJT0hVixe_uRFUKF2LIUNUL1-5eIPfRE2a659lPeaWozjWgf2RjAScENlit7p_n9N_rKZBhlL4NuiFI8bgGC4W55i_UUKYhSr6QwvfCXLhjQF3a0TVSqVb2p-uqMc13iNS8/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8YWzSd-2ZhqWkRqNuARhPYFF7vdYAAHbULBzOFv39wPSeL34RMKeYEmTI5aybOcphO3_v6zeP1vKr2w9ELrORQ2dC9OnrMONL6MxBWHWC_10lY53XVT8MRdYTcxhSYreoUZzmCbnwDA/s1600/IMG_1015.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567535020838166082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj8YWzSd-2ZhqWkRqNuARhPYFF7vdYAAHbULBzOFv39wPSeL34RMKeYEmTI5aybOcphO3_v6zeP1vKr2w9ELrORQ2dC9OnrMONL6MxBWHWC_10lY53XVT8MRdYTcxhSYreoUZzmCbnwDA/s400/IMG_1015.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Thanks for looking</div><div> </div><div>Jen<br /><br /></div><div><div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-38932027849490897712011-01-26T20:59:00.001+11:002011-06-19T08:07:59.506+10:00A big girls sleepoverAs the oldest of three girls in my family I was often the one who was lucky enough to get to have an overnight stay with my grandparents. I don't remember much about what we actually did but I do recall that it was a really special thing to do and there was often a visit to the local coffee shop for a lime spider which I thought was heavenly.<br /><br />So this week as the oldest of our two littlies, Emily got to have her first ever overnight stay with her grandparents in the Blue Mountains. Just her and her beloved Grandma and Grandad. We went to pick her up to today and she was full of excitement and busting to show both of us all the craft she had made and her new favourite game to play "fairies". As in the TV show.<br /><br />Josh on the other hand enjoyed some solitude and having exclusivity of all the toys in the house and finally showed us that he can say Emily. Well in fact it was more like "mi" but close enough hey. So cute.<br /><br />I hope Em will look back when she grows up and remember how special it is just to enjoy the company of your grandparent alone without having to share the attention. As for grandma and grandad, I am sure they are having a sound sleep tonight!<br /><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-71187343401483185182011-01-21T20:48:00.000+11:002011-01-21T21:14:29.447+11:00Today's adventures - Saratoga IslandThis place where we live has many hidden beauties! <div><div><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYun2Lq9n3MP1Vb-p4l1HQJWH9Aum60fFe1USMww-Ypuyfzfj5JmvuldVBlLKIzmt7j1RT38wjjVUiBxkw7hXM1rCxySb4df9A9kOs9m77YywOy5d6xakjUxWsYblzkgZAhPYKG7NvoQ/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564579233358483394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYun2Lq9n3MP1Vb-p4l1HQJWH9Aum60fFe1USMww-Ypuyfzfj5JmvuldVBlLKIzmt7j1RT38wjjVUiBxkw7hXM1rCxySb4df9A9kOs9m77YywOy5d6xakjUxWsYblzkgZAhPYKG7NvoQ/s400/Picture+005.jpg" /></a></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaa2lzZ9WSMsuvatF8anzr5NsKu82Wi125n9Uq5lBQwrgmddo8U7g_r9bj8iT8yhiPN5VejM94ueW9SORru1gLFNQLdA-ERcSInOUgPdlXIHLl0EbywioQ7gDGds0f0vo7X2BXhwAWwxQ/s1600/Picture+006.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564579239100952290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaa2lzZ9WSMsuvatF8anzr5NsKu82Wi125n9Uq5lBQwrgmddo8U7g_r9bj8iT8yhiPN5VejM94ueW9SORru1gLFNQLdA-ERcSInOUgPdlXIHLl0EbywioQ7gDGds0f0vo7X2BXhwAWwxQ/s400/Picture+006.jpg" /></a> Saratoga Island is one of those. </p><div>My sis Alli has suggested a visit several times over the past year but we have never quite made it there until today.</div><br /><img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564578597232499746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabtqPcYEtLClA8qCOCeN8sO8xGnr7oNfbCCK6zbmRueT5ln0tQHHbLzeHGEakgeziunEDb6prBZaOxobtcpV5_D9dQ1htfkfBnw6UNInT7uP83vS63rzbnxVXYigiuMKMDUCgFpB9q5Q/s400/Picture+004.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>Essentially it is a little Point off Saratoga on the central coast. Crossing over a little mangrove tributary onto the island we wandered around to the most central point with a little beach and shallow water for the kids to splash around in. We has it all to ourselves (mind the fisherman over yonder)</div><br /><div>We had a glorious time, Emily was beside herself splashing around and dipping her head under the water. Josh face planted into the water early on so was a bit hesitant and preferred playing with the sand and pretending the beach shelter was a play tent!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxDtW65QmBuY78ImHjmIbANXz2kqd8sProTz2M2vyjqkIOYrIlRnPHXORJeHXi-zLsqWhBURmeOpkAJK4wNenhQ3m_LHC3S9HcXSna6jqHqsIC8Zq5l_aXyHzQw2yDvVCGD4B9zmka8Q/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564579221788306530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxDtW65QmBuY78ImHjmIbANXz2kqd8sProTz2M2vyjqkIOYrIlRnPHXORJeHXi-zLsqWhBURmeOpkAJK4wNenhQ3m_LHC3S9HcXSna6jqHqsIC8Zq5l_aXyHzQw2yDvVCGD4B9zmka8Q/s400/Picture+002.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5usmbrU4vHkxwyBstEH5m6DJs0ny8aCug24DyNDbNF-XxeeZw9UNa40lYez3I9AOR1eyx5CmHMlwhIz13zjghCqZEMzUurdFbq3Pl6-Q9ydIsmAGtwWLgeH8yTJjNyBJn_7KbZApsznc/s1600/Picture+003.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564579219223911570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5usmbrU4vHkxwyBstEH5m6DJs0ny8aCug24DyNDbNF-XxeeZw9UNa40lYez3I9AOR1eyx5CmHMlwhIz13zjghCqZEMzUurdFbq3Pl6-Q9ydIsmAGtwWLgeH8yTJjNyBJn_7KbZApsznc/s400/Picture+003.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>On the way back we discovered the little path was succumbing to a high tide and we had to trudge through the water, Emily was a little trooper and tackled it head on. Josh caught a ride on my hip though. As we progressed around further we encountered the mangroves again which was a bit deeper now. Much to my horror my sandal became stuck in the mud and after a feel around under the water it was not to be found. Alli came to the rescue and felt around and retrieved it for me. Ahhh, something about muddy, murky water, gives me the creeps! But it was worth it.</div><br /><div>Whenever I head out with the kids to do something new, I wonder why I don't do it more often. I know the answer, laziness! But I have resolved to make more of an effort as we all thoroughly enjoyed it.</div><div> </div><div>Jen</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-6324832918401964492011-01-19T21:33:00.000+11:002011-01-19T22:01:43.198+11:00The best thing about making a cake is?I have memories of cooking cakes when I lived at our family home in Berowra. My fav was a coconut cake, everytime I made it, it never happened to be quite right. But I didn't mind as there was always the bowl, beaters, spoon to lick. I think it tasted even better than the cooked cake!<br /><br /><div><div>So today whilst using the last of the mushy bananas, Em and I made banana bread, a tried and tested family favourite that always works, and to which can be added a variety of extra bits like nuts or other fruit. Our recipe is from No Time to Cook by Donna Hay but there are limitless numbers of recipes out there which all seem to be of similar ingredients.</div><div><br /></div><div>Em is always the willing helper at cake making time. At the end I asked her what the best part of making banana bread was "Licking the spoon Mum", came the reply. Ahhh. Some things are passed on through the generations. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3o2Izhtlqf1rvjgZLsolPVpZplCiUV8Fsf2ObZxnLpokysZEx9mef7lgRBoBzwEM_YYe9amrA2cAn5rJ6EpwGa0lDaMDsz4fEOa3PrwiUj6pyrvKE50CRIEDduYKkY0dGMdXPK3O4E34/s1600/P1060892.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563849733827925090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3o2Izhtlqf1rvjgZLsolPVpZplCiUV8Fsf2ObZxnLpokysZEx9mef7lgRBoBzwEM_YYe9amrA2cAn5rJ6EpwGa0lDaMDsz4fEOa3PrwiUj6pyrvKE50CRIEDduYKkY0dGMdXPK3O4E34/s400/P1060892.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXarFql_6g7BuDoS-71tVPqus908T9I6PWriShz4Rj_VVqgHDs-L7l3Z1rn-NMci0YknkguWehtdf0A23T-1D9pTCoiyd-gXbtPpBEbo_-igkFONtiGVhyfHpOTJa-fGMKiW-Jsr1g15I/s1600/P1060893.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563849739223999826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXarFql_6g7BuDoS-71tVPqus908T9I6PWriShz4Rj_VVqgHDs-L7l3Z1rn-NMci0YknkguWehtdf0A23T-1D9pTCoiyd-gXbtPpBEbo_-igkFONtiGVhyfHpOTJa-fGMKiW-Jsr1g15I/s400/P1060893.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcwh6kDEiirfhazNzZqpfigyl7p_CgfKR1zbdNvSErdA4sAxhO6ENDV_GAKQv_z9mrZyJ8Oc5dl4dY6MAbcxsAzs06pewK7He5F8v37wUmVC_72tv0HtbNkA-PMtVb0AvXh_C8y0ihiU/s1600/P1060895.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563849739407944978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcwh6kDEiirfhazNzZqpfigyl7p_CgfKR1zbdNvSErdA4sAxhO6ENDV_GAKQv_z9mrZyJ8Oc5dl4dY6MAbcxsAzs06pewK7He5F8v37wUmVC_72tv0HtbNkA-PMtVb0AvXh_C8y0ihiU/s400/P1060895.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>Me on the other hand, I enjoy eating it more these days with a cup of coffee, a magazine and 10 minutes to myself. A bliss!</div><div> </div><div>Jen<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-6308910965948045552010-12-13T22:07:00.001+11:002010-12-13T22:21:05.123+11:00Don't you hate it when?Sometimes the decisions I make are questionable..............Case in point, I bought some chicken thighs from Aldi last week and they were a bit wiffy in the pack when I got them home but rather than ditching them I still put them in the freezer, when deciding to cook them up later in the week I defrosted them and then the whiff was not instilling me with confidence as to their freshness so clever me opted to ditch them into the bin.<br /><br />A few days later the otto bin has been warming up the raw chicken and there is now a serious whiff coming from out of the bin. I am feeling for my neighbours as the bin is sitting right near two of their bedroom windows. Thank goodness Wednesday is bin collection day as the whiff is nauseating.<br /><br />Stupid, stupid me........yuk, yukJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-76127590740450951092010-12-13T21:49:00.000+11:002010-12-13T22:03:29.668+11:00I went walking......what did you see?Today was a new day to start some a new habit; attempting to get out for a walk in the morning before it gets too hot and humid.<br /><br />With Emily walking beside me and Josh peering out from his pram we hoofed it down to the local Coles and whilst walking together we noticed some funny things.<br /><br />It is interesting how observant little people are. A man walked past us with out a shirt on. So Emily commented to me "Mum, that man has no shirt on", "Why doesn't he have a shirt on", "We can see his boobies". The man promptly put his shirt on, perhaps he over heard us!<br /><br />On our return walk we happened to hear a bleating sound that was much like a goat. It seemed a bit odd that there would be a goat around but chained to the fence on a building site (being cleared for a new house) there was a little black goat bleating away with nobody paying it any attention. Not really the kind of animal you would expect to see, I wondered who it belonged to?<br /><br />Then to top it off I like sticky beaking into other peoples front gardens. I noticed that one house had very bright coloured potted flowers lined up in front of the wall of the house. They were very bright indeed so much so that I realised they weren't even real.......they were plastic flowers. Who puts plastic flowers in pots along the front of the their house. Interesting indeed.<br /><br />So, when you went walking recently, what did you see?Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-15358949974758620842010-11-26T14:29:00.001+11:002010-11-26T14:41:37.100+11:00Half way to three<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Kqfa8DUM-fsF2MPw12IK1kOvORTAMksd4SMyKtsXdqt9BpGLFm9JFv-qSwIeZXM43FDOSl2HFpmscnvoFqwWABEjFObUUPYaYbuq66j2jyzeLSJp0qG2HW-OlE3VQperDP2QA7dq9BE/s1600/P1060153.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543696990012120770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5Kqfa8DUM-fsF2MPw12IK1kOvORTAMksd4SMyKtsXdqt9BpGLFm9JFv-qSwIeZXM43FDOSl2HFpmscnvoFqwWABEjFObUUPYaYbuq66j2jyzeLSJp0qG2HW-OlE3VQperDP2QA7dq9BE/s400/P1060153.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Look at that face!</div><br />Little J is half way to three! Not quite a big boy but no longer a baby. Still crying as the main way to communicate a need but learning new words every day. Relishing in his play mate Emily and trying to copy all the things she does, whilst learning to be independent. But most of all loves cuddles or "cuggles" as he calls them, rumbling around on the floor with Emily, his bath time nuddy run, and patting the "gog" aka Zorro<br /><br />This age is so beautiful, I wish I could bottle it up so I never forget what he was like.<br /><br />Love you Little JJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-3450399916545169422010-11-18T21:50:00.001+11:002010-11-18T22:12:31.377+11:00A snapshotGee whiz, my plans to blog reguarly have not quiet come to fruition. It seems that at the end of the day I either can't bargain my way on the to the PC with Ashley or the couch looks more comfortable than the PC chair. I do however have lots of ideas of what to write so thought I would get back into the swing of things with a condensed version of what we have been up to since my last post. <div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7wCzilgpTHc4ZLjspXozJVl-ccAjj7YRJH8fXUTzf1KVqj1Q0Or92uf66_20gSPds3wGbta7wi-Lh2aS282EbCcbHv1XTG9lE5TAhcH6ZKqNeP82Fw_NmvX8RPNFY0rk46st0lGCvEN0/s1600/P1060224.JPG"></a> </div><div>So here goes, we have been</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju11OK5E5eMrGMwVwYQNEe9KjWcpZcZ3ZInKXR81ZQDKJD-dT3AimeDO7w2p9n848PmZhXIvw5YdQOvTrdvS39XqW3MhdrOQJM2jtr_0LZ-egSlqEbAaVRivYOcwBHBC4e8CfO5AzjC9Q/s1600/P1060165.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540842747502902962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju11OK5E5eMrGMwVwYQNEe9KjWcpZcZ3ZInKXR81ZQDKJD-dT3AimeDO7w2p9n848PmZhXIvw5YdQOvTrdvS39XqW3MhdrOQJM2jtr_0LZ-egSlqEbAaVRivYOcwBHBC4e8CfO5AzjC9Q/s400/P1060165.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Swapping postcards with other bloggers. </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ_tyo0F_hljn4BMnnt-aaymR1tUeI44RyRTmhgXkk4LVXs9r0fOqU981g7swdDqgzmlaZQskxUOdOobxEDGqD-VA564wFd6rWrlgdcvW3JikF3HCrUEYThEUC_SEhujmCcOlWHYmQ_po/s1600/P1060180.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540842754323248290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ_tyo0F_hljn4BMnnt-aaymR1tUeI44RyRTmhgXkk4LVXs9r0fOqU981g7swdDqgzmlaZQskxUOdOobxEDGqD-VA564wFd6rWrlgdcvW3JikF3HCrUEYThEUC_SEhujmCcOlWHYmQ_po/s400/P1060180.JPG" /></a><br />Watching the paving contractor make laying this square of paving look super easy. It took him only five hours!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7wCzilgpTHc4ZLjspXozJVl-ccAjj7YRJH8fXUTzf1KVqj1Q0Or92uf66_20gSPds3wGbta7wi-Lh2aS282EbCcbHv1XTG9lE5TAhcH6ZKqNeP82Fw_NmvX8RPNFY0rk46st0lGCvEN0/s1600/P1060224.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540842783842384786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7wCzilgpTHc4ZLjspXozJVl-ccAjj7YRJH8fXUTzf1KVqj1Q0Or92uf66_20gSPds3wGbta7wi-Lh2aS282EbCcbHv1XTG9lE5TAhcH6ZKqNeP82Fw_NmvX8RPNFY0rk46st0lGCvEN0/s400/P1060224.JPG" /></a></div><div>Enjoying the use of everyday household items as play things. In this picture Emily & Josh are pretending that these bowls are indeed space helmets.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippBgSytd06juqaPqg1v9O507Aqa9goBFuAbsNr-6Qy0M-tv651owweMaKil1qow5yE6nvrdDZ6E-ykXIKe7Whu7vO_3Mk28Pf-hu5LtYIuHrbwi8SY_C_J9tJjvtmX7qhlQAT-mvqqH4/s1600/P1060206.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540842772595873570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEippBgSytd06juqaPqg1v9O507Aqa9goBFuAbsNr-6Qy0M-tv651owweMaKil1qow5yE6nvrdDZ6E-ykXIKe7Whu7vO_3Mk28Pf-hu5LtYIuHrbwi8SY_C_J9tJjvtmX7qhlQAT-mvqqH4/s400/P1060206.JPG" /></a><br />Finding new places to play hide and seek in the house. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2JTX40L8BV2T7z92rRjR6Wwmpw0Zd7nJWt7Rq0A86xo9BKGBPHkvTjCZO8MWBWLCqUXqbBco9dAb6jJJKnVfK6Y90XfsqMwRZBWW0uPtPfKf7l4UAtyzaPWdDEH7PN3CC0Bmx8kTEvU/s1600/P1060238.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540843265407786050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC2JTX40L8BV2T7z92rRjR6Wwmpw0Zd7nJWt7Rq0A86xo9BKGBPHkvTjCZO8MWBWLCqUXqbBco9dAb6jJJKnVfK6Y90XfsqMwRZBWW0uPtPfKf7l4UAtyzaPWdDEH7PN3CC0Bmx8kTEvU/s400/P1060238.JPG" /></a><br />Enjoying babycinos for morning tea now that we have our coffee machine fixed. Boy, how we missed them.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJbs7qZrsuyslgIFm4zK52ibYc_jV0UcGByxuSjikcLngCoUFhqT2rVKBkedq_okOCb2wqUqBHP75y3-oTnBfG-erDXoHAZqgd-lLS4REZlVpvrk_Sw7ZAhHsHY-Q6eZ0ozdo_JCRRBQ/s1600/P1060191.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540842762640932818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqJbs7qZrsuyslgIFm4zK52ibYc_jV0UcGByxuSjikcLngCoUFhqT2rVKBkedq_okOCb2wqUqBHP75y3-oTnBfG-erDXoHAZqgd-lLS4REZlVpvrk_Sw7ZAhHsHY-Q6eZ0ozdo_JCRRBQ/s400/P1060191.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div>And finally, copying Playschool art ideas. After seeing printing with cookie cutters one morning Emily decided it would be fun to have a go as well</div><div> </div><div>So, there you are, these are some of the things we have been up to. And just in case you were wondering, I think the microwave safe has deterred the mouse and we have not had any visits of late (yeehah!)</div><div> </div><div>Jen<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-49185290406068605052010-10-23T07:43:00.000+11:002010-10-23T07:52:34.957+11:00The safe<div align="center">Any guesses as to what the food is doing in the microwave ?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7X5xWH6RvnepdERVFPKhNgYJsPf5sFF0VlL1GuG2jss2xfIKArYuV_nEctPmj_94LPSloKTQdggtHdrG82sBm9A18h8Ofh-7Wpd9psFL72czbPZ2Zl9BJeSAz5A-cDe4IkC1VctoRaQ/s1600/P1060145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530974754989992834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik7X5xWH6RvnepdERVFPKhNgYJsPf5sFF0VlL1GuG2jss2xfIKArYuV_nEctPmj_94LPSloKTQdggtHdrG82sBm9A18h8Ofh-7Wpd9psFL72czbPZ2Zl9BJeSAz5A-cDe4IkC1VctoRaQ/s400/P1060145.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Unfortunately it is the only secure place in the kitchen where a new mousey visitor can't eat the food!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">For the past week or maybe a little longer we have tried to capture it but alas it is not tempted by peanut butter, cheese or bread. Emily suggested banana but I didn't think it would have the taste for it as it seems it's favourite food is always inside something plastic that it needs to rip open.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Ashley and I have named it the iron mouse as it seems that nothing will tempt it....time to consider some hard core stuff like bait or perhaps we need to borrow a cat for a night!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">In the meantime excuse me while I go and unload the microwave of the bread so I can make some toast for breakfast.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Have a great day!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Jen<br /></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-58940072896980594732010-10-18T19:21:00.000+11:002010-10-18T19:29:09.362+11:00The start of a market garden, perhaps?Since first starting my vegie garden last spring I have come to enjoy spending time outside playing around in the little square. Of late I have grown beetroot, garlic, silverbeet, onions and lettuce. As part of the backyard project I wanted to incorporate some new garden beds to expand my planting space enable a bigger and more varied type of crop to be planted.<br /><br /><br />So after another day spent slogging it out Ash constructed 2 of 3 new beds for the expanded vegies. This is what they look like, 1.2 x 1.2 constructed out of ACQ treated pine (arsenic free) and stained in merbau. Looks pretty good hey! I will have to repost another photo in 2 months time when it is full of green growing goodness.<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529299468133840898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3e1X_PJZlxYaHTkwFUM4Gqo6Qx6-NqXUidGPPVVdlArIQbTQ62VdFWd4AQlOjrWof0Fvfvel8I8ELt7BFR3gXIHOwTfvSVjnN9CFU-Ep8t_dpVITHPIsPFlHLLltuLdFuYwHCLmzJXo/s400/Picture+011.jpg" /><br />Whilst I will never have the time or resources to have an actual backyard market garden I am looking forward to increasing our produce to share more with family and friends.<br /><br />Now to start planning what to plant! That is tonight's job.<br /><br />JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-33756418502742798672010-10-18T19:03:00.001+11:002010-10-18T19:20:50.059+11:00Some firsts for little JAround 8 weeks ago at 16 months Joshua learned to walk so I figured it was about time for some shoes. There is something so adorably cute about shopping for a pair of first shoes, I decided that these were just right for a first pair. I like the idea of keeping the first ever pair of shoes as a bit of a keepsake. I kept Em's first pink pair and I know that my Mum kept my first shoes.<br /><br />So here they are! Already broken in after a play around at the park this afternoon<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295384842484066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Unwu_LZnhNxFcH-mEeBt_bnFRttOF1OyxUwUQStHpWOfbjeWEMwKPdJG1WZH-ITbuL4962CACIrZXPQPfneNgUPRXo3ppQdSq8sgmPEe6N_jMkR2meSjhVbwN1pXGP7HnGySTFoK2SY/s400/Picture+018.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />Emily joined in as well, having always wanted a pair of sparkly shoes I decided that she was old enough to appreciate them and they do look like cinderella slippers which is what she has nick named them. Perfect for wearing with dresses and skirts for summertime fun.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295387600797570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJAZjGOuktSFKn3OqgcmBzO4ey8t6LmntI9iHiQz8SRFx5LhBfD77myUTjqSTJnomviQIvAI3zSQ0zd7xe7VB3Yj3gE95Wz2p2qY0bozp17LngrmmyWWGyoAWYSqnmpVFNDWRFoW1ViDI/s400/Picture+022.jpg" /><br /><br />But the most exciting activity of the day was Joshua's first haircut. Some passer bys were heard to confuse his gender in the past week due I would imagine to the length of his mop which has been growing at some rate since his birth so off to the local men's barber to see if they could help.<br /><br />A lovely lady spent a good 10 minutes cutting it away and we are left with this. Short enough but with little bit of a wave remaining. And yes I did keep a lock or two as a momento.<br /><br />Photo is not the best but hey you get the idea!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNTZWkMIRNfUHSTtvpJSUL5W0aUZZUfKtEvrZawl94P8SvcJY2QTUfhX9FpsczZrCNq-0MBF-XuVDBspPGvnUMqa2nmQ2z5GHvvfcF88orFonuGp-CpavEABGQRaFEpyfshWYwNqCGV4/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529295381129363762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNTZWkMIRNfUHSTtvpJSUL5W0aUZZUfKtEvrZawl94P8SvcJY2QTUfhX9FpsczZrCNq-0MBF-XuVDBspPGvnUMqa2nmQ2z5GHvvfcF88orFonuGp-CpavEABGQRaFEpyfshWYwNqCGV4/s400/Picture+004.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Jen<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEzPAGsL9ReQGkWb0nG_KhJMBdRxC-KsLvZ_LsgIbNp9Abcypeimmsm4OcRGzJapWZLyCpfDlGVa9dEkFOiKgYrpl9am2EegJRvwuthEizColk3qQqPZrsQGk9pv_hv_LSUvqO5Bb9eQ/s1600/Picture+018.jpg"></a></div></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333881945658896659.post-89035090265782483402010-10-13T21:54:00.001+11:002010-10-13T22:03:41.602+11:00Oh man, that is one huge pile of dirt!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Check this out!</span><br /></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtCGJ9gzS7QsLh0G7kp0AQs3iSC16saEia_K_Z0njFxnhOsDsVIIoqPnlCcwu0jFhLYeOq2hkCVPP3HpMY7h5774Iw7vLINSHs-8hagY90x8K-mmPLfZZb0eUc0RfmeiVq_KlVYhXZAg/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527482607207730434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUtCGJ9gzS7QsLh0G7kp0AQs3iSC16saEia_K_Z0njFxnhOsDsVIIoqPnlCcwu0jFhLYeOq2hkCVPP3HpMY7h5774Iw7vLINSHs-8hagY90x8K-mmPLfZZb0eUc0RfmeiVq_KlVYhXZAg/s400/Picture+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">What was once a bare patch of earth is now a few tonne of dirt that Ashley spent last weekend cutting out of our backyard. Not with a fancy tool or much help from me but with good old fashioned hard work. I have realised that DIY really should be called DITH W an abbreviation for Do It The Hard Way, it doesn't quite have the same ring to it but you get the idea right.</span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">All this was necessary to create this</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527483676013410194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ngsGS4xbQ-rM-F3TW1MwSfd8omiSc-yQke7DoZkuwP8ye8IiKZiSviayNcEcWrlsPo1suYvIsSxcMRKo8hs1gbweTIJkPVrtixUr1OFSnv-GEfL2cXAPAYCy7I3jwtsrIiKmyNc8aZQ/s400/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;">A level 4x4 area for our new paving to go on. Due to start late next week I hope to have some pictures of the first main part of our backyard reno to show next weekend, so exciting.</span></div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">This weekend we need to find somewhere to move all that excess dirt to so Ashley will be constructing several new garden beds that form part of the design.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">It is great to see it all coming together, super effort Ash!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Jen</span>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12203222573015106840noreply@blogger.com0