and a bit of this too...
Friday, 23 January 2009
Sunday, 18 January 2009
A Sunday morning morsel...
Mmm what can it be?
A collection of bricabrac?
Do you love sneak peaks?
or do you just want to know, and you want to know NOW?
If it's the latter, then Christmas time must drive you insane.
And so will this...lol... but sit tight, just two weeks to go.
A collection of bricabrac?
Do you love sneak peaks?
or do you just want to know, and you want to know NOW?
If it's the latter, then Christmas time must drive you insane.
And so will this...lol... but sit tight, just two weeks to go.
Friday, 16 January 2009
Happy Birthday!
I know a girl,
She puts the color inside of my world. (john mayer)
Highlights of the year ahead:
*losing teeth
*starting Grade One
She puts the color inside of my world. (john mayer)
Highlights of the year ahead:
*losing teeth
*starting Grade One
Quotes of the day
On returning home after eating out for birthday dinner:
Indi - come up and have a cup of tea
Grandma - Oh I dont know that I can. I'm so full I might burst.
Indi - well do a wee, then you'll be right
On going to bed:
Daddy - I'm so tired. Tired of rubbing your legs every night for the past 6 years (sob)
Indi - Well you get about 20 hours off each day!
Ok, a teensy weensy peak, to whet the appetite.
A little bit of this...
and some bling you won't believe...
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
Saturday, 10 January 2009
A late night, some good friends, and a lot of motivation led to this...
This is using the Basic Grey Granola range. I kept this one simple as the man prefers it that way. The title is 'One Day...' which he came up with himself. The mountain is Mt Cook, and one day he hopes to conquer it.
This is the Basic Grey Ambrosia range. Orange is not a colour I'd normally work with. But I like it here. And I really LOVE the font. I think I might add a little touch of bling to this layout though, just to give it a little lift.
Christmas.
I know, I know, Christmas is so last year. But I've been hassled a little to show some photos. Sorry about that, I didn't mean to leave you hanging after the last post. I've been extremely busy with something very exciting, but more about that later.
Dear Santa
Daer Santa
For Chrismis I would like
pick and porple stuf for chrismis.
love India.
The second little note says 'India loves Santa'
Monday, 5 January 2009
And so that was Christmas...
And what a great Christmas it was too.
An eve of eating out and then viewing some christmas lights on the way home, setting out carrots for reindeers, leaving Santa a little treat (this year Rocky Road...lucky Santa) in a special little Santa box made by India for that purpose, and also a glass of water to break his thirst (and to give him a break from all the beer...india's idea). India also left him a couple of written letters of love plus a piece of 'beard fluff'. Seriously the cutest and sweetest things I've seen for a long time (have photos, will share soonh-ish). The 'beard fluff' she found (in the shopping centre i think or maybe in the garden???) a few weeks back and was saving it to return to him. Sitting on the couch as a family taking in the beauty of the tree and our christmas lights. Then tucking the kiddies into bed to have sweet dreams about what awaited them in the morning. Thankfully India has worked out that the sooner you sleep the quicker the night passes...which I remind her of each year.
Christmas morn dawned early...very early...very very early. In fact, I think dawn was skipped altogether. But we, as parents, managed to stay relatively prone until just before 6am. Thanks to the fabulous tradition of Santa stocking. The rule is Santa stockings are free game as soon as you wake. Help yourself to all it's goodies, quietly, but all other presents are untouchable until the whole family is assembled...and awake...around the tree.
So once the parents were conscious enough to remember what day it was, splashed some cold water on our faces, assembled the present-opening-tool-kit (scissors, phillips head, knife, wire cutters, batteries, band aids, bigger scissors, bigger wire cutters, direct phone number to the Incredible Hulk) (it's a parent thing, you'll soooooooo get it once you have little ones of your own), calmed India enough to see her more clearly than just an atomic blur around the room and explained to Esta that there was actually something MORE interesting than the singing Christmas Bear, it was time for the present opening.
But more on that later :)
An eve of eating out and then viewing some christmas lights on the way home, setting out carrots for reindeers, leaving Santa a little treat (this year Rocky Road...lucky Santa) in a special little Santa box made by India for that purpose, and also a glass of water to break his thirst (and to give him a break from all the beer...india's idea). India also left him a couple of written letters of love plus a piece of 'beard fluff'. Seriously the cutest and sweetest things I've seen for a long time (have photos, will share soonh-ish). The 'beard fluff' she found (in the shopping centre i think or maybe in the garden???) a few weeks back and was saving it to return to him. Sitting on the couch as a family taking in the beauty of the tree and our christmas lights. Then tucking the kiddies into bed to have sweet dreams about what awaited them in the morning. Thankfully India has worked out that the sooner you sleep the quicker the night passes...which I remind her of each year.
Christmas morn dawned early...very early...very very early. In fact, I think dawn was skipped altogether. But we, as parents, managed to stay relatively prone until just before 6am. Thanks to the fabulous tradition of Santa stocking. The rule is Santa stockings are free game as soon as you wake. Help yourself to all it's goodies, quietly, but all other presents are untouchable until the whole family is assembled...and awake...around the tree.
So once the parents were conscious enough to remember what day it was, splashed some cold water on our faces, assembled the present-opening-tool-kit (scissors, phillips head, knife, wire cutters, batteries, band aids, bigger scissors, bigger wire cutters, direct phone number to the Incredible Hulk) (it's a parent thing, you'll soooooooo get it once you have little ones of your own), calmed India enough to see her more clearly than just an atomic blur around the room and explained to Esta that there was actually something MORE interesting than the singing Christmas Bear, it was time for the present opening.
But more on that later :)
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