Category: Life

So, the lovely Frogpondsrock asked me to host Sunday Selections today.

These next two are from our trip to Bonorong Park, which I’ll talk about properly soonish.

Three Tawny Frogmouths, all in a row.

Tasmanian Devil and her joeys.

Sunday Selections: The Blurb from Frogpondsrock.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

Easy Peasy.

It’s no secret that I dislike early mornings with the kids and find school mornings inordinately stressful, even if I do have everything laid out and organised the night before. Let’s face it, I am just not a morning person and would much prefer to greet the day slowly, from the warmth and comfort of my bed.

But, that’s not how it goes once your child is at school. Most mornings, I’m lucky if I even manage half a cup of tea, before we’re out the door, dropping Amy off at school.

However, once the chaos of the actual drop-off is over and done with, we come home and Isaac and I have a leisurely breakfast, while he watches cartoons and I catch up on things I need to do.

With school holidays happening at the moment, I may be getting a slower start of a morning, but that is counterbalanced by the amount of attention my children need. And frankly, at this point, I’ll forgo a lie in, in favour of no screaming/fighting/kicking/hitting/toy stealing/whining. Which is what it feels like my school holidays have been made up of, so far.

I think half of the problem is that this is Tasmania and while the calendar says that it is Spring out there, my weather flat out refuses to play nicely and it’s been cold and windy. Cold and windy means that my children have been inside more than out and it’s starting to do our heads in, just a little.

I took the kidlets to playgroup today and LO, it saved our sanity. Isaac only had two meltdowns, and Amy painted plaster figurines, leaving me mostly free to chat to other mothers and herd Isaac into the playdough table.

After that, they weren’t even that terribly behaved in the supermarket! I am, exhausted, of course, but so are the children, so it’s not too bad.

And all I can say is, how long until school goes back? (8 days)

Last week I woke up to a paddock filled with droplets, the water weighing down the seed heads on the grass. It was so bright when the sun shone that I couldn’t look at it directly and the small childlike part of me wanted to run through it and get soaked, kicking water everywhere.

When I went inside to get my camera, even without dancing with the droplets, I was soaked to my knees and my shoes were so wet that throwing them into the shower to clean off the mud and grass seeds was the drier option.

I changed shoes, grabbed my camers and then carefully moved through the grass, taking photos.

After the drama of last week, taking photos was restful and I was able to forget the comments and reputation destroying that I was witnessing here.

My thigh high grass was laid over, the weight of the water much too much for it.

I may have soaked 2 pairs of jeans and 2 sets of shoes, but it was worth it.