About Me

Perth, WA, Australia
Hi friends. To those I have met in person and the many I haven't - welcome to our nest. Thanks so much for stopping by. I am a mama of six baby birds and wife to one papa bird. Our nest is an intricately woven home, crafted over time, through the highs and lows of life, and many in-betweens. We are soon to leave our Australian nest to re-locate to our second home, the UK. This is our story, of our new life in a new country, the trials and tribulations, bidding goodbye to precious friends and embracing new. I know at times, our wings will be flapping so hard to keep us moving forward that we will tire, however, a little perseverence will bring effortless gliding amongst a soft breeze, and even stronger wings for the journey ahead. Welcome to our flight......

Monday, 27 December 2010

Gosh, golly, gee, where have I been?

Summary of last two weeks goes something like this:

Shopping, wrapping, worrying, eating, wishing for more sleep, cuddling my children, feeling hot and bothered, laughing, lamenting, smiling, organising, cleaning, holidaying, travelling in the car, staying up too late, baking, loving my family, waking too early, sharing the joy of Christ's birth with my children, receiving presents, crying, desiring my life to slow down and be simple, seeing my friends,

Oh my, Oh my!!

Gosh, golly, gee .... it's been a long time between blogging!! Anyone still out there?

In between all the festivities, drinking, eating, buying, wrapping, opening presents, sucking the marrow out of the joy in my little corner of the world and lamenting over the hard stuff, it's all been a bit - busy, when all I wanted was peace and calm.

This year I kept reminding myself to 'keep it simple'. Don't over-shop, over-extend myself, over-do, over-anything! And I really, really, really tried (I really did!) but I came to the conclusion that with six children, the simple life may be the one thing that I can't achieve.

For example, the week before Christmas, we went on a family holiday. The simple aspects were the holiday house on the coast and the fact that it was sparsley furnished with all the basics, easy to clean and keep in order. We enjoyed bbq's, went to the beach, ate pizzas fresh from the oven, trekked up a mountain in the dark, accompanied by glow sticks and plenty of courage, shared hot chips in the park, had picnics, drank great coffee and even better wine. The four eldest all slept in the same room, ate popcorn, watched DVD's and played at the park. All of these things are reminiscent of my childhood holidays.

However, the other parts were the hard bits .. the packing for eight, filling the trailer with bikes, porta cots, prams, swimming gear, food, clothing and OBH's golf clubs (aka Geoffrey's).

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Christmas Creations and a Bit of Butter ...

This week, our home has been filled with the smell of baking.

Lovely, sweet treats, oozing sticky sugar, golden syrup, ginger, cinnamon and dried fruit. Gingerbread ornaments now adorn the tree, in the shapes of Christmas bells and reindeer. A gingerbread house has been completed, every inch covered in candy and all things nice. So big is this biscuit dwelling, it practically requires its own mortgage and maintenance in next year's family budget.

Miniature cupcakes, adorned with fluffy, butter-cream icing and yes, more candy, sit on the bench, all ready to be devoured.

And the grand finale of our bake-off - the classic Christmas cake, full to the brim of plump and generously filled alcohol sweet-meats, just begging to be sliced and enjoyed.

So all in all, we have had a lovely week of heralding the Christmas season and warming our hearts with good food and family togetherness.

Of course, with all that baking, is a whole lot of cleaning, ie the kitchen. I am constantly amazed at how far hundreds and thousands can travel. A few delinquent ones have been known to roll as far as the toilet and the bathroom and then wedge themselves into the grouting in defiant stubbornness.

Icing has been scraped off the floor and the cupboard doors. Butter has been smeared over taps and kitchen appliances, and icing sugar, well that flies up in the air like a dust storm when one's child presses the super-fast speed on one's mixer. Basically, white, powdery mess everywhere.

Yes, hours have passed in my kitchen this week, but it is not the cleaning that I will remember in years to come, but the memories of the smells and the experiences shared as a family. For indeed, in cooking, creating and nurturing, we as a family, are forging traditions that will (hopefully) be carried down through the generations.

Happy baking all!

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

A Dog's Day ..

It has been a dog's day today ... for our Cavoodle puppy that is. She has not had a good one.

This morning, I roused her from her sleep to come and run with me. She looked at me wearily as if to say, 'Is it that time already?. Another five minutes kip would be most appreciated'. But no, it was time to hit the pavement and quickly before the sun was too high in the sky.

So off we went. Well, actually, I ran and puppy dogged lagged behind, like a tired toddler. No amount of coaxing or cajoling would make her keep up with me. Did she need a poopy stop? Apparently not. Was it too hot on the pavement? Not yet, at 5.30 in the morning! What was it? Basically, she just wasn't in the mood for early morning exertion. She was feeling a bit blue, I think. Poor love, I know the feeling. So I ran and she continued to lag and eventually we made our way around our course. As soon as we got home she flopped into her bed, looking at me with her brown, woeful eyes as if to say, 'Just leave me, I don't want to talk about it'.

I did leave her, as the humans in the house started to rise and all of their needs and wants were presented for the day. However, later in the afternoon I realised the cause for her melancholy. It was the baby kittens, the newest additions to our family and the fact that they look at her through the window from morning till night. Teasing her really, as they are inside and she is outside. She feels like she has been demoted, cast aside, traded in for newer, cuter versions, which of course, isn't the case because we love her to bits.

So, in an attempt to lift furry one's spirits, I thought I would give her a treat for dinner. Skinless hot dogs (the sausages, not the real things). I warmed them up for her and cut them into bite-size pieces and even put them in a pastel china bowl (ours if you don't mind).

She scoffed them, then promptly threw them up.

Maybe it was the words, hot dog, that put her off her dinner, or maybe, as I said, it was just a dog's day for her.

Never mind, this too shall pass ...