Ever has it been.....

......that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

There are those who we meet, in the journey that is life who touch us, inspire us and remind us the importance of the bond of love, family and friendship. These are those most easily taken foregranted until it comes the time that separation is unavoidable, inevitable, imminent.

It is times like this that prompt me to stop, take stock and give thanks for the blessing of kinmanship and wise council. These are those who you want to share the most significant of life's milestones with. These are the ones who you know, would drop anything and come if you need them. You know this because you would do exactly the same for them.

I guess this is a position of priviledge. It is not often that one gets an amber light. A prompt for action. A BIG hint to tell that someone how you feel before it is too late. What to say? The truth is, I haven't got a clue of the right thing to say, to do or to feel. But I know this, the exodus East is the right thing to do for me. Eastwards we head....to try and put into words and actions a special bond of love that can only be understood by those few special ones who are part of this little circle of what can only be described as a family of dear, dear friends

Toddler Taming

What is this?

Hmm...I wonder what this is for?

Well, in the last week we have made a few changes to the Munchkin's environment. The base of his cot has been lowered and a stairgate has been installed (thank you, Chief Oracle!) across his bedroom door.

You see, we have had an escapee. The little terror has managed to escape the confines of his cot whilst zipped into a sleeping bag.

Fingers crossed, all is quiet in the lair up there, the babe is asleep and snoring like a bear.

In a world of his own

We have concluded that Munchkin lives in Munchkin land. And things in Munchkin land are not as they seem to the layman's eye.

Daddy: (reading Goodnight Moon) Goodnight mush, Goodnight old lady, whispering hush.
Munchkin: Is not
Daddy: Is not?
Munchkin: Is not an old lady, Daddy. Is a rabbit, actually.

note to the reader: Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown was illustrated by Clement Hurd depicting rabbits as the main characters

Kids - who'd have em?

A random collection of Munch-isms

Munchkin: Mummmmmyyyyyy!
Mummy: Yes, Munchkin. What is it?
Munchkin: I have a worm
Mummy: (He can't possibly have one, he's making it up!) Oh, that's nice.
Munchkin: I have Bitted it.
Mummy: (level of doubting the existence of the worm diminishing fast)
Munchkin: Has a HOLE in it. Is Dead.
Lesson 1 - He says it like it is. He does not have a really good imagination. He just does what it says on the tin.

Munchkin: Chersie has got some NICE Mac-crackers
Mummy: Has she? (Hmm, maybe what he says next will give me a clue as to what he means)
Munchkin: They Lovely. They nice and wobble-ley. I shake them like this
(violent shaking of hands in cupping motion interchanged ith clenched fists)
Mummy: !!!!!!!!!

He meant Maracas

Lesson 2 - Misinterpretation of Munch-isms are common.

Munchkin: Mummyyyyy! I under the table
Mummy: What are you doing there?
Munchkin : I having a BIG poo
Mummy: (remembers lesson 1 above and prepares stations for pit stop)
Munchkin: (runs into the room, points his bottom at me and backs up) Mummy, smell my bottom. It is Smelly like a big smelley poo

Lesson 3 - Munchkin does pride himself in his work and appreciates acknowledgement of a job well done.

It is a little wonkey.....but

The sentiment is real.

We tired to speak to the Lau Lang today as it is Ah Ma's birthday but they were busy gallivanting (and eating) - pure speculation but I am sure there is some truth in it!

Still, we just wanted to say this...a bit up-side down but maybe washed down with a little whiskey......

Munchkin on film

Tarzan (without the loin cloth)
Castaway

Gone in 60 seconds

Racing Stripes

The Godfather

Too Fast Too Furious

Rumble Down Under

G'day lil' Rollo! Welcome to the world little Seahorse!

Early yesterday morning we got a message telling us that we have been blessed (from afar) and T has now got a first cousin once removed (I am reliably informed by the office clever clogs who has a wealth of knowledge of all things .......well, all things). The photos are magical and make me rather nostalgic about Munchkin when he was that 'ickle. What a difference 2 years makes!??!

Anyway, to the possums down under, we say Happy Days!