Life under a Pepper Tree

We've had some lovely "spring-like" weather during this past week.  Great weather for sitting in the sunshine, walks at the park, and picnic lunches in the backyard.  I wish that the night times had been as enjoyable.  Tristan continues to "snack feed" constantly through the day, and so as much as I'd like him to have one big feed before bedtime to stretch him out a bit longer, it just isn't happening.  Night feeds have been just a bit too regular, often 2 to maybe 3 hours apart, so by the early mornings I am just exhausted and not willing to get up and start the day. We had one day during the week where we got to have some family time.  Hubby went to work in the morning with my car, then dropped it off to get serviced.  He was home again before lunch and considering the weather was just so stunning, we went and picked up some takeaway lunch and headed to a nearby park which runs besides the river.  It was so lovely in the sunshine, and just the...

When I get older losing my hair Many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine Birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out till quarter to three Would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? You'll be older too And if you say the word I could stay with you I could be handy, mending a fuse When your lights have gone You can knit a sweater by the fireside Sunday mornings go for a ride Doing the garden, digging the weeds Who could ask for more? Will you still need me, will you still feed me When I'm sixty-four? Every summer we can rent a cottage in the Isle of Wight If it's not too dear We shall scrimp and save Grandchildren on your knee Vera, Chuck & Dave Send me a postcard, drop me a line Stating point of view Indicate precisely what you mean to say Yours sincerely, wasting away Give me your answer, fill in a form Mine for evermore Will you still need me, will you s...

Can't remember feeling so sick as I am right now.  Really truly feel like death warmed up.  For an all too short a period yesterday we sat outside in the gorgeous winter sunshine.  Dylan was running around in the yard and I had Tristan propped up in the Bumbo seat with his current "favourite" toy to amuse him.  I hope we get some relief from this sickness soon. Tristan - That little froggy rattle is just your absolute favourite this week.  You were concentrating ever so hard to grasp it and keep it from falling off your little table.  Occasionally you got it into your mouth which must have been ever so satisfying! A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2016 Dylan - You were running around the backyard with an old piece of rope which you call your skipping rope.  Of course you can't actually jump rope just yet, so you just run around with it, or pretend it's a giant snake or something.  I took you by surprise when I told...

Last week was a kinda sad one.  We signed the contract for the sale of my Dad's business now that he's passed away.  For a fleeting moment I wondered if I had done the right thing. Should I have tried to run it myself?  A whole new career for me, but just knowing how happy my Dad would have been to keep things going.  The business that he started, met clients and formed relationships.  A heard there were a number of his clients that came to the funeral. I guess he really made an impact on them, he certainly made an impact on me... A day or two before we signed the contract we managed to get copies of all the photos that were on my Dad's mobile phone.  One was a shot I took for him when he came over to visit the day I got out of hospital after having Tristan.  He was holding Tristan and looking down at him, a proud Poppy.  One of the things I noticed about that shot was the amount of hair Tristan had.  Compared to this week's shot,...

Must really start to pull my finger out. I'm so late with these posts that today I couldn't even remember which day the week 31 was supposed to be for!  So can I tell you what happened in the week leading up to Sunday 31 July??? Ummm... no! Luckily I did actually take these photos on the right day, and I can remember taking them, but otherwise my brain is in a fog. Tristan - you just LOVE your brother talking to you, playing with you, just being near you.  You got so excited when he started laying on the floor next to you and making silly faces. A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2016 Dylan - A brief moment where you gave your little brother some attention, then rolling around on the lounge room floor making funny noises and being your crazy 3 year old self. A portrait of my children, once a week, every week in 2016 Joining in with Jodi and Project 52. Bel

Late.... Tristan - 4 months old on Sunday the 24th.  Not your best shot, and I look sleep deprived and exhausted after a few rough days.  A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2016 Dylan - Woke up a bit snotty and cranky.  Right before bed we let you finish watching the episode of Octonauts on the iPad from earlier in the day. At least someone was happy, even though your hands were full of tissues ready for the inevitable. A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2016 Joining in with Jodi and Project 52. Bel