Posts under ‘life, jim, but not as we know it’

I have been doing more than just sewing lately - it was a long weekend here in Adelaide, so we went down to see A’s mum yesterday. On the way we stopped at a friend’s house, who has four children. My two, and A played with them nicely while we talked about sewing.
This […]

Sorry for the previous melancholy post. I wanted to write about two people who made comments to me recently, comments that meant a lot.
One of my clients is going through a property settlement, her lawyer is an amazing woman, someone I admire very much. She told me the other day that […]

I don’t like to talk about work very much, but the last four clients I’ve seen have been suicidal. There is a point where I find it a bit overwhelming and I need to look after myself - I think that point is about now. Not that I’m about to quit or anything, […]

We have been thinking about how to help Willow get organised for school. We were contemplating a sort of row of hooks on a plank of wood, but we can’t agree about where to put it. The idea is that she’d hang her recorder off the Monday hook, her library bag off the Thursday hook.
In […]

I read somewhere the other day (no idea where, and I can’t find a reference) that the human body is 90% space. That is, of each cell that makes up our kidney, liver, skin, blood, they are 90% space and 10% actual matter.
That is a bit like the spare room at the […]

Willow’s first day of Reception is tomorrow. I can barely believe that I am the mother of a five year old now, let alone a school girl!
She woke me up this morning wearing her bathers (one piece and a bit small, so not easy to get on!) and told us that she wanted to […]

One of the presents I bought for Willow was… well… kind of for me. I bought a Babushka kit - it’s in this PDF, but I can’t find another picture of it.

After my drive with the kids last week, I thought we could actually go to the Humbug Scrub Sanctuary. Of course, in the morning we had our usual lie around the house - except I was doing some sewing - so we didn’t get going until about 2.30pm.
On the way I told […]

From this:

Willow at one day old.
To this:
Willow yesterday:

This time five years ago, my gorgeous girl was 16.5 hours - we were on a post-birth high, amazed with the beautiful creature we had made.

A was sick, so he and Willow stayed at home today. Dexie was most unimpressed to be popped in the car to go to FDC.
About half way there, he caught my eye in the rear view mirror and said ‘Mumma, Dadda Will, HOME!”