itching :: for :: summer

So glad to have a beach trip planned somewhere warm this spring.

meet my vinnie

There is a new man in my life.  I know he looks a little shifty but I promise he gives me no trouble at all and is a really good listener.   He doesn't mind if my hidden from view winter legs are hairy or if I have a headache.

He doesn't even mind if I eat the last piece of chocolate or have bad breath sometimes in the morning. 

He's just an all round sensitive, strong but silent type with a touch of french fashion sense.  What more could a girl want.  I think he's a keeper.

I chose happiness

So I am loving the notion of the almost released The Winter I Chose Happiness album from Clare Bowditch.  Check it out.

I can relate to the title on many levels.  I mean, if ever there was a time to be unhappy it's been pretty valid lately.

Things are changing, hope is swelling, laughter is repeating, groove is coming back.  I mean, I think that this is actually the choice I have personally made.

I choose happiness.  I choose to be a little kinder to myself.  I choose to look despair and discouragement in the face and dare it to do it's worst.

I am coming back to myself and it feels so damn good right now.

And to celebrate, tickets booked to see this super cool lady live right here in downtown Hobart.

Yikes....how fun.

grit, guts and glory

Waiting in the emergency department for x-rays.

I love this guy.  Yesterday's soccer match saw a potential hand injury so we spent some time checking to see whether anything was broken or just bruised.  Fortunately it was the later.....big relief considering Aussie Rules finals are looming, and soccer nationals not much later so definitely not a great time for injury.  

So just some pain and discomfort for a few days no doubt.

We front up to australian football today and I was impressed at how well he was marking which is one of his great skills, brilliant playing and kicking a few goals as well......considering his condition.  

After the game, I asked how the hand was going and he said in a casual manner "excruciating"then a pause, followed by the following remark:-

The pain of losing is would be worse than the pain of my hand.  A true captain and inspiration to me and his mates.  

Less than 24 hours after the hand is hurt and he is carrying one of his team mates up the hill 

after the game as he had a sore leg!  Then shortly afterwards, scooping up his little brother and sister for a cuddle and helping them to the car.  He is a gentle and strong all at the same time.

He commands the respect of his team, coaches and opposition due to his character and ability. He is 

such a perfect combination of guts, compassion, leadership and courage.  He is an inspiration to me.....a true champion.

the girl with the little curl

I am truly grateful for spirited children with intelligence and spark.  I have seen how well this has served my eldest in shaping and developing character and confidence.  


I think the most feisty of all was saved for last.  The only girl in this tribe is going through that stage of temper tantrums, defiance, rude outbursts.  Of all three children she is the only one that seems to permanently have a finger wedged up her nostril.  
She calls names, spits, demands and directs.  

Meanie, stupid mummy and when that doesn't get the required effect a combination of all in mean, stupid, idiot mummy.  


And then as quickly as she has been possessed by the foul nose picking, finger licking demon, she returns that sweet adorable angel with blonde springy ringlets and sweet little smiles and kisses.


Reminds me of a poem from the past.  Clearly this is an age old problem of little princesses in the making.

There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad
She was horrid!