Monday, January 31, 2011


I would like to introduce you all to the newest member of our family....

His name is Shumba.

He’s a car. To be precise he’s a 1976 Toyota Land cruiser, or as Papadada prefers to say, ‘an investment’ (questionable)...

Shumba is Papadada’s new love. They spend a lot of time together. To and from work, little tune-ups here, bashing and banging with spanners there, pots of Vaseline to stop leaks in the roof. It’s pure joy for him.

As can be expected, Sticky Baby now also worships at the Church of Shumba. Like father, like son, right?

This is a daily ritual now. PapaD comes home from work, and my two boys disappear inside the beige carcass that is Shumba (South African for ‘Lion’, in case you were wondering...)

Honestly, I can’t complain. Shumba time = mama time = Kell on Earth (new fave show) + cup of tea time.

I now also worship at the Shumba Temple....

Sunday, January 30, 2011

I told you guys it was Award Season!

It’s no secret that I am as excited about Award Season as Charlie Sheen in a hotel room full of skanks. So, you can imagine my delight when my lovely blog-friend Erin over at Huddy P, one of my daily don’t-talk-to-me-until-I’ve-read-this blogs, presented me with the Stylish Blogger Award. Hot Dang! Thanks Ezza! (That’s Aussie for Erin.)

In following with this award’s tradition, I shall now list 7 things that you may not know about me:


I didn’t speak until I was 3 years old. You can stop laughing now. And for those of you who know me well, I have MORE than made up for lost time! The reason I didn’t speak until that age? I was absorbing two languages at once, french and english. Now, I am a bilingual genius. Take that haters! PS: How cute is  that pacifier?? You can actually buy them here

I love OPI nail polishes. The quality is second to none and the names they give each hue make me giddily happy. ElePhantastic Pink, MonSooner of Later, Black Cherry Chutney. Love.


See that cat? Mr Bigglesworth? He was previously a hairy feline....and then, we crossed paths and  I WAXED him!!! Yes, I’m a hair removal nut! I love tweezing, hot wax, threading, you name it.  I’ve been waxing my legs since I was 12 years old (I was rather hirsute as a youngster and my mother refused to let me shave. Thanks mum, I owe you big time!). Now, I own my very own semi-professional wax pot and I go all out on my eyebrows (and other areas) every few weeks. Looooooove.


I have recurring nightmares about tidal waves. I’m often standing on the shore watching it race towards me. Weird and scary. Can someone tell me what this means??


Papadada and I were quite old-fashioned when we first started dating. Yup. Day-dates only. Outings to the beach, lunch, movies, stuff like that. It was very sweet and quite revolutionary for both us. Didn’t last long, ‘cause we were H.O.T for each other, but you know, it was lovely while it lasted and IT WORKED! I bagged me a smokin’ hubby from being all coy and frigid. BAHAHAHAHHA!


When I gave birth to Sticky Baby, I actually, physically, pulled him out of my vajin (as Kourtney Kardashian would say). In France, this is how they do it. During the birthing classes, the thought of this made me feel quite grossed out unsure. But, but, BUT, it was probably one of the most exhilarating, unforgettable experiences of my life! Once his little shoulders were out, the midwife instructed me to grab hold of him under his arm pits, and then, voila, I PULLED HIM OUT OF ME AND ONTO MY CHEST! Magic. Pure, surreal, magic. (I kind of felt like Brooke Shields in Blue Lagoon). Papadada kept saying, “Holy Shit, HOLY SHIT”!

I speak french to Sticky Baby. 
Papadada and I speak English to one another. 
Papadada speaks fr-english to Sticky Baby. 
Sticky Baby speaks....well who knows what he speaks....but it’s beautiful. 
Seriously, it’s the United Nations over at our house. For real.

And there you have it, readers. Do you still love me or are you all still totally grossed out about the me-yanking-Sticky-Baby-out-of-my-vajin thing? Too much info? Maybe....

Perhaps I should rename this blog TMI....

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Boy from Oz

(Not a post about Hugh Jackman, sorry to disappoint....)

As promised, here are some pics from our Tru Blu Australia Day, this past Wednesday. A big “Shank-u" to Zoe and Adam, our consummate hosts, who each year play a pivotal role in their neighbourhood’s Annual Billy Cart Races. So cute! So fun! There were eskys and beer and wine and lamingtons and sweaty children and sunglasses and Australian flags galore! Just the way we like it....

The men’s final once-over of ‘our’ billy-cart 
(and yes, that is a wheelbarrow with wheelchair wheels and two toddlers as the pilots..)

Sticky Baby making a love connection over the esky. That’s our boy.

Totally rocking the oz hat.


Perspiring kidlets under the hot aussie sun. Minutes before the big race.

In the eye of the beholder

This morning at the gym I witnessed the most beautiful display of love and admiration.

A mother and her 3 or 4 year old daughter were signing in at the front desk. The mother was perhaps in her mid to late 30s, a solid-set lady with dark curly hair pulled back in the all-too-familiar pony tail.

In the reception area of the gym there is a large poster advertising a popular work-out apparel brand, featuring a young, blonde, super toned model.

The little girl ran up to the poster and exclaimed, "Mummy! That's you!"

My heart melted on the spot.

The mother simply replied, "You are the best kid in the world".

Now if that's not the truest example of the phrase 'Beauty is in the eye of the beholder', I don't know what is.

So, if you're feeling a little blah today just remember that your little one thinks you look hotter than Megan fox and Miranda Kerr combined:)

Thursday, January 27, 2011


This morning, over breakfast, watching "the land before time" cartoon....

Sticky Baby: "Puppy!" (pointing to a menacing T-Rex)

Me: "ummmmm, not quite bubby, that is actually a man-eating reptile".

Clearly, mistaking a predator for fido would've meant a short life span for my child, had he been born in pre-historic times....

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Happy oz day!

Today is Australia day, the day we celebrate all that is uniquely Aussie and everything that makes our great country so special - mates, bbqs, perpetually kick-ass weather, rubber flip flops, cold chisel songs, Tim tams, Home&Away, tru blu slang that only we understand....ahhh the list could go on and on...

This Australia day is super special for us seeing that we are actually HERE! On today's agenda: a street party in Sandgate complete with sausage sizzle, lots of cold beer and Billy-cart races for the kids!

Sticky baby's outfit for the day will consist of an all-in-one green Terry-toweling suit, baby flip flops and the quintessential Australia flag bowler hat. Pictures to come.

The sun is shining, the sunscreen is on. I love this coutry!

As a side note....we LOVED Black Swan!! What a crazy flick! What did everyone else think of it?

Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Renovations are yet to begin (soon, soon) so in the meantime we are nomadically-floating gypsies. This month? House-sitting for my grandparents who are away for 6weeks cruising the world. Some people are so unlucky...

Their Internet connection is about as young as they are which translates to semi-blog abandonment. Posting via iPhone isn't that crash hot though I'm doing it right now..

So don't expect any gems from me in the near future. I will try and brush up on one-liner brilliance though being concise has never really been my forte. High school assignments requiring 1000 words usually resulted in me submitting something resembling a coffee table book. Nerd.

So this is just a short post to gloat that tonight is DATE-NIGHT for the handsome one and I. Hooray! We are off to see Black Swan. Can't wait. Sushi is also on the cards. Double-hooray!

Hope you are all having a good week and revelling in Oprah's half-sister news.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A letter for you


This letter has been bubbling away in my mind for a while now. Every day I keep meaning to write it, amazed at what you've learned in the space of a few hours. The evenings get away from me and before I know it, a new day is upon us and you've achieved another half-dozen new feats! It's as if someone's pressed the fast forward button on your growth and ability. In the space of a couple of months, you have truly gone from baby to toddler.

I love you more with each tousled-haired morning, with each new word that comes out of your mouth, with every new expression that you etch on that beautiful little face of yours.

You are saying "Mummy" and "Maman" (french) so incredibly clearly now. You have also taken to calling me "Mami-ma". I love it to the depths of my heart. Best nick-name I've every had.

You are SO tall for your age, with a Herculean strength that amazes me daily. You climb and squat and bend and stretch and balance on your tippy-toes now. Your run is gaining speed with each new sunrise, and your dancing moves would make even hardened men break into a giggle.

Your favourite music at the moment seems to be techno-type dance music (??) and heavier-rock, in particular the Billy Idol song, 'More, more, more'....because you can sing along to it! Can I just say, that blew my mind when I heard you in the back of the car. You are so smart! You also seem to have developed quite the appreciation for Andre Rieu. I find it hilarious. Whenever one of his concerts is on tv, we pull your high chair up to it and you sit there, waving your arms like a conductor. Just like your mummy, you like your classical stuff too. I'm so proud.

Your nightly after-bath ritual is what we call 'The Nudie Run'. Your papa and I release your warm, damp body from the fluffy towel and shout out "NUDIE RUNNNN!!!" and you tear out of the bathroom like a Greyhound out of it's gate. Down the hall, around the corner, two perfect little buns bouncing out to greet Pop and Grandma who are calling out to you, saying, "I can see your bum bum bum bum bum".....It's one of my favourite parts of the day.

Since we've been back in Australia, living with Pop and Grandma while our house gets renovated, you have developed quite a few 'traditions' with each of your grandparents. We call you 'Pop's shadow'. When Pop is home, you're right there beside him, or up in his arms. First thing in the morning? Pop takes you out to pick cherry tomatoes off the bush. You eat at least 3. You are also becoming quite the bird connoisseur, feeding the kookaburras and magpies every afternoon. Pop has shown you how to expertly throw the mince to your feathered friends as they sing you a lovely song in thanks.

With Grandma, you are baking! Apricot and muesli loaves are your specialty, as is licking the batter off the big spoon! Grandma is also the best hide & seek player, isn't she? You pester her several times a day for a game of chasey and tickles. She also takes you to see the cuckoo clock in the kitchen, nearly every hour on the hour. You say, 'Tu-too' when the birdy comes out of his house. 'Tu-too, tu-too'. And we all melt.

Papa has bought a new 4x4. It's actually a very old, vintage one and it's called 'Shumba', meaning 'lion' in south african. You and Shumba are best mates. Every day, you say 'Ba, ba', and your papa lets you play at the wheel, with the gear stick, with the radio. It's your father/son bonding time. He is so proud of you and is already teaching you everything he knows about garages, hardware stores and tool kits.

You are still attending swimming lessons with Pop. You have your very own swimming bag and apparently you are half-boy, half-fish! Even when you're at home, you'll sometimes lay on your belly and start kicking your legs. Practice makes perfect baby!

Your cuddles and kisses and spontaneous displays of affection are just divine. You give me kisses on the mouth, at any given time, for any given reason. Those are the moments when anyone in the same room as me would be able to tell just how madly, deeply in LOVE with you I am!

Your language skills are mind-blowing right now. In fact, you are a veritable little parrot. Each day you mimic a new word that we say, be it in french or in english. You'll give anything a try. It may not be perfect, but it's damn near close! So far, we have counted approximately 30 words in your bubba-repertoire. Here are just a few:

Please (outstanding manners!)
Bye bye
Uh oh (used frequently)
Beep beep (in Shumba)
Baby - both in english and french
Nose - both in english and french
Copter - (anything in the sky)
More (overused at the moment...)
Num num num - when you are hungry or something is reeeaallly good
Ca ca - (poo in french)
Two - (you've skipped 1 and gone straight to 2)
Cheese - you're french, what can I say?
Apui - this means 'press' in french
Par terre - this means 'floor' in french and is exclaimed after you've thrown half your lunch down there!
Bleu - blue, in french
Chapeau - hat, in french
NO - I'm going to be honest, I'm a little over that one right now!
Cold - with a chilly little sound effect to go with it...'Toldddd....'

You are the most gorgeous little bilingual sponge!

You are confident and cheeky and funny and daring and defiant! Oh, how defiant you can be! You already know how to push my buttons, testing me all the time, checking to see if my reaction to something naughty will always be the same. You approach the oven, finger out, taking tiny tentative steps towards it. I will say 'No! Hot'  and you will clap and say 'No!', reprimanding yourself, yet you continue to inch your way forward, millimetres away from it, with a smile on your face. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. You do this with EVERYTHING, all the time!

You are determined and clever and persevering and curious. You love to know how things work. And you've got such a wicked little sense of humour. You are a clown and you make us laugh too many times a day to keep count!

We love you like fireworks,

Maman et Papa

Friday, January 21, 2011

Public apology

Urgent apology owed! I am typing this from my iPhone so will keep it short...

I had NO idea Nathalie Portman was preggo! Had I known I would NEVER have paid her out in my golden globes bitch-post!

Oh man, I feel the whole appliqued red rose thing seems almost appropriate and sweet.

Clearly I am not up to date on my E!news....

Or maybe the lesson is simply not to bag people out!!
(but it's award season and I am hard-wired to do so, damn it!)

Mirror, mirror

Unhealtily obsessing over these.....

In particular the first two, as the last one may be a tad 'Gladiator-Russel-Crow-ish'...but it could work, it totally could....

Mood board-ing it! (it's my new catch cry...)

(All mirrors from Far Pavillions)

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Inappropriate Xmas photo brought to you by Sticky Baby

(This one from last month's Chrissy archives....pardon the take a jump to the left)

You always hear of those family Christmas get-togethers, where someone's crazy uncle or deranged cousin takes things a little too far, gets a wee bit excited, and makes people feel somewhat uncomfortable....

This year? 'Twas Papadada and I who were red-faced, while Sticky Baby publicly humped his new teddy bear. I hope this doesn't become a yearly tradition.....

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Simple pleasures

There is something about each of these images, colour palettes, textures, moods that puts a BIG smile on my dial! I love the white-wash, the shabby chic, the crispness, the sparseness, the unexpected bitch-slap of colour. I could do without the starfish....but I J'adore everything else. Pinning these piccies on my house reno 'mood board' as we speak...



(Disclaimer: I am going to be horrifically one-dimensional, shallow and critical throughout this post. I actually really really really like most of these artists and think they are truly talented. That said, I'm going to indulge my inner-cattiness and let rip! Be warned!)

Tilda, Tilda, Tilda...WTF? Girl, you fell out of the ugly tree tonight..

Helena Bonham-Carter aka HOT MESS with disparate shoes.

Miss Williams, FYI, Woodstock was 5 decades ago.

Renaming this Gossip Girl, 'Granny Girl'. Beige nearly always ruins my day.

Clearly Jennifer Love is my stalker - 'cause that is precisely the way I pull my hair up before a shower. And the frock is frucked. iiiiiiiik.

Seal: "I thought you said we were going to a 70s-themed birthday party for uncle Frederick tonight! This is the effing Golding Globes! WTF Heidi! Your blackberry schedule f*#cked us over!"
Heidi: "Just smile, Seal, calm the f*#ck down and smile your gappy smile!
Guiliana Rancic is closing in on us. SMILE!"

Post break-up bangs...step away from the scissors, Sandy.

Nathalie, I am bitterly disappointed. I heart you. And I can't wait until Thursday to see your new flick. But I'd rather stick that appliqued rose up my yina-banina than see it on your dress.
Gross. Out.

LOVE the dress! But girl, you need to eat a shit-tonne of spinach and grow at least 2 feet
before pulling that one off..(but you still look hot and Tony can go SUCK IT!)

 Gorgeous. That green is enviably divine with her colourings. I want to kick her in the shins.

I hardly recognized Emma Stone in this. But I LUV a Calvin Klein dress
and this is yet another success. Peachy deliciousness. Modest, classic yet surprisingly different.
Fresh. Big tick.

Sofia Vergara, I think you are PERFECTION!! Glamorous and bold, that dress showcases your amazing, womanly figure without showing too much skin. It's classy yet risky in red, and your hair is TO DIE!
You are my #1 pick for GG fashion.

(Joan Rivers, I am available as a panelist for Fashion Police, any time. Call me).

Monday, January 17, 2011

Is this normal?

I am lusting after LAUNDRIES.

But it feels right! Oh so right!

(I totally forgot to jot down these photo references. Shitballs. I am SO sorry to those designers out there. I LOVE YOUR LAUNDRIES! Please, don't send the cyber-police out to get me!)

Are they not the most stunning laundries EVER?! They actually make me want to fold, press, soak and flat-dry-delicates ALL FRIGGING DAY LONG!

Totally inspired, I have used these four designs as a framework for my Dream-Laundry-Renovation-Project (known here on in as DLRP).

DLRP Wish-list:
  • Gorgeous, fresh, inviting colour scheme (I die for the sea-foam/duck-egg blue and white palette)
  • A few favourite photographs framed in classic black & white picture frames. I love the idea of bringing art or family pics into the laundry. For the love of Gayle King, we spend enough time in there, why not make it delicious and aesthetically pleasing?
  • Lots of laundry hampers. Lots. Minimum of 3. (I love the french wording on the 3rd picture - they stand for 'Colours, darks, whites'. Cute and very appropriate for our family.)
  • Drying racks for delicates + sufficient bench space for flat-drying of knits.
  • Cubby hole/locker for each family member. A holding spot for clean, folded clothes if I can't be assed putting them away just yet. Chances are strong.
  • Plenty of storage space for cleaning products, brooms, mops, vacuum cleaner, ironing paraphernalia.
  • Extra storage for additional bathroom/pool towels.
  • A radio/ipod dock
  • Lots of bench space, for folding and sorting or sitting on my ass drinking a glass of sauv blanc, head-banging to the sounds of Lady Gaga.
And last but not least:
  • Fresh flowers. Never going to happen. Definitely, fresh flowers.
I can hear Martha Stewart from here..."The force is strong with this one"

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sticky Piccie - Crouching Tiger

Don't you just love them when they're crouched down like this? It's one of my all time favourite bambino positions. That, and when they're horizontal and asleep. BAHAHAH!
Good one, good one.....
Oh, and readers, can I please get props for brushing his hair like an old man's comb-over?
Ya-huh, I SO did!

Friday, January 14, 2011

We return to regular programming...

I will be sure to keep you all posted on Brisbane Flooding updates and clean-up efforts, but in the meantime, I thought I would write a wee post on a big chunk of AWESOMENESS that we recently purchased....

Behold....the FUNPOD!!!

Here's the low-down peeps: This thing is GOLD! I first laid eyes on it at a friend's place, back in September. I kind of pointed, shrugged my Gwyneth-esque shoulders (keep dreaming) and said, 'What's with the weird-ass, cubed-rectangle thingy, girlfriend?'

My friend, being a crap-load more eloquent than I, called it 'The Tower' (very Lord of the Rings). I asked a bazillion questions, probably to the point of being annoying, but what struck me the most about what she said is that out of ALL the baby items she had purchased since her son's birth, the Funpod was by far the BEST! Booya! Now is that a recommendation or what! 

Now, these things cost a pretty penny. One must consider it an investment piece, similar to a pair of Louboutins or a Louis Vuitton bag, except no where near as sexy. Ok, I'm not doing a great job of selling it to you, am I? ...... What if I told you that Sticky Baby happily stays in his funpod for half an hour? And what if I said that he is discovering shiz-loads of kitchen activities, such as playing with soap suds from the sink and whisking omelets? Now I've gotcha!

Since purchasing it, I often simply set him up at the bench while I'm cooking, with a few toys, the odd spatula, and a couple of books. He is so thrilled to be up at my level that he keeps himself occupied. GLO-RI-OUS! No more ankle-gymnastics and tireless tugging of jeans. Me likey.

You can read more about the Funpod here. It is an english product and not easily found in Australia (although the company rep told me they are working on securing a distributor), but I was beyond lucky to find a pre-loved one that I snapped up at lightning speed - like a fat kid on a cupcake. Just saying...

With a busy little man like Sticky Baby, who is 16 months going on 14 years old, I have no doubt that I will be making the Funpod my bitch. Finger painting, cake making, colouring in, arts and crafts - the possibilities are endless!

Perhaps next month I shall teach him to pour mummy a glass of pinot grigio and prep a platter of cheeses and quince evil plan is working...Muwahahahahhah!

Thursday, January 13, 2011


So happy, relieved and grateful to report that neither my parents' nor my grandparents' house was affected in the flood that has devastated so many. I really don't know how they were spared, but they were.

Thank you for all your prayers, positive energy, and thoughts.


My parents' business is still under water, but thankfully they had enough time to take all their assets to higher ground. The rest will be grunt work. Muddy and messy, but they are so lucky, nonetheless.

It will take months, years to rebuild our city but the people of Queensland are banding together and are up for the challenge.

I am yet to come up with a way I can personally help. There are so many. Donations of nappies, baby wipes, food, money to the evacuation centres that have been set up around the city. Baked goods, heat-and-eat meals. Offers of babysitting for those who will need to focus their energies on cleaning up their homes. These are all in my sights. Papadada is gearing up for some volunteer clean-up work too. This morning he bought a giant high-pressure gurney - excellent idea. He's a man with a plan, that one...

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

2011 Brisbane floods in photos

A great, and talented friend of mine has taken some jaw-dropping photographs of our city under siege. For those of you asking me for photos, here they are. Brisbane Central Business District well and truly under water..

And some more pics captured by friends in different parts of Brisvegas...Ugh...Speechless...

Suncorp Stadium, Milton - home of Rugby League and many other sports in QLD.
Water up to the seating area so far..

The view from one of my best friend's parents' house, in Jindalee. The water is coming.
And this was early this morning..

How did this happen so fast?

Just last night, I typed that my parents' home was safe and unaffected.

Things have changed. I awoke to a phone call from my father this morning, explaining that they had been awake all night, moving prized possessions, documents, family photos, personal belongings to higher ground - on kitchen bench tops, in the attic of their workplace - anywhere. The State Emergency Service have advised the people in their neighbourhood to evacuate while there is still time to salvage as much as possible. The water has not yet reached them, but it's not far away. Will it or won't it? We just don't know. Preparation is key, and they are doing a great job so far.

I cannot get to them at all. All highways and bridges into their area is now underwater. They are safe, thank God, and will be staying with some friends in the next suburb over.

They are placing bricks under their furniture, as they watch the water slowly making it's way to their back door. It was 10 metres away late this morning - only 3 metres away only half an hour ago. No power, no hot water, no phones. Thank God for mobiles and texting!

My best friend's parents' house is also getting hit by the rising tide. Landmarks that we know so well are going under, one by one.

The Brisbane River is set to peak this afternoon at around 3pm, and again tomorrow morning at 4am. All we can do is wait.

We are praying that the water stays away from our beloved homes. There is still hope!

Thankfully, my parents in law are high and dry, with no impending threat of flooding. We are all safe.

The suburb of Goodna has had sightings of bull sharks swimming in their main street. And a giant crocodile was spotted somewhere in the Brisbane River. Let's not even talk about snakes. Oh, and here's a message to those hideous, selfish people who are LOOTING and STEALING from people in crisis - how 'bout we throw you all in with the crocs and the sharks! Now there's a plan the Brisbane City Council should implement, pronto!

Thank you for all your messages of support.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Brisbane relives the 1974 floods

I am speechless. Never have I seen Brisbane like this before. Having been born in 1980, I narrowly escaped the great 1974 floods that ravaged this city over 35 years ago. But now, I am witnessing first hand the effects of months and months of rain, Queensland's dams bursting at the seams. 10 people dead, 78 missing - so far. The Brisbane River is expected to peak in the next 48 hours, the radio and TV broadcasters constantly reminding us that we "haven't seen the worst yet". They say that 75% of the state of Queensland has been affected by these floods. Children being swept away, houses inundated, precious belongings lost to the tides. Surreal. Devastating.

Sticky Baby and I got caught in a 'sticky' situation this morning. The neighbourhood we are currently in is on high ground - no danger alerts whatsoever - nothing. I decided to pop down to the shops, to give the sticky one an outing, grab some milk, perhaps a take-away coffee. An hour later, I had Papadada screaming at me through the iphone, demanding WHY I was there when that specific area was being EVACUATED. Whhhhaaat???!?!

Making my way back to the car, I drove out towards the main road that would take me home. Gridlock traffic. Both ways. Sirens. Curtains of rain. Fire and Rescue vehicles transporting BOATS on their roof racks. A mild panic set in, as I scanned the area, taking mental notes of which roofs, if any, I would climb on if the need arose. A little extreme, you may say, but just the night before, in Toowoomba (a city less than 2 hours away), what the authorities described as an 'Inland Tsunami' swept mothers and children in their cars away. And here I was, in a car, with my baby....

The bridge up ahead was now underwater, cars being turned away. I made the decision to pull the car over, in a car park that seemed relatively 'high', and wait for the rain to subside. We were ok, I had a sippy cup full of water, a box of sultanas, a functioning radio and a fully charged phone.

Before long, a tap at the window - MY FATHER IN LAW! As big and bold as David Hasselhoff, he came to rescue us! Thank you Gary. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you. Back at his office, having left my car where it was and taken his powerful 4x4 instead, we awaited the arrival of Papadada, and within four hours of the whole debacle starting, we were home, safe and sound. My mother in law, anxiety levels at an all-time high, had baked a quiche and ironed an entire basket-load of clothes, just to take the edge off!

Other people will not be so lucky. My thoughts and prayers go out to those people with family members still missing, houses being destroyed by the slow-creeping giant that is our water system, businesses going under - literally. Cities around Brisbane have been hit so hard. Grantham, Toowoomba, Caboolture, Ipswich. And of course, North Queensland, who lived through this chaos just last week.

Wednesday and Thursday are supposed to bring more disaster, more inches of rain, more rising tides, and no power. We are so fortunate to be in 'high' neighbourhoods. My heroic father in law also has a generator at hand, which will be a huge help if we lose power like we did late this afternoon. My parents and sister are also dry and safe. Thank God.

I will be saying my prayers tonight. Prayers of gratitude for my family's safety, prayers of mercy for those at risk.

Will keep you all posted.

Sunday, January 9, 2011


We get the keys to our house tomorrow morning! GAHHHHH!

Trying to contain my excitement...

....but failing miserably and quietly doing these in my head....

and a bit a lot of this......

So many ideas, so many sources to draw inspiration from, so many colour schemes fighting for a front-row seat in my brain-parts. My desktop has been bombarded with .jpgs of different 'dream' rooms, from the humble laundry to the main living space. Am I officially a grown-up now that I get funny in the pants just thinking of white plantation shutters in the living room??

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Life skills

This afternoon, whilst in the car, I taught Sticky Baby the art of fake-laughing. He'll need this savoir faire in future job interviews or wanky cocktail parties, no doubt...

End note: I was not driving whilst filming this clip. I was a bored passenger armed with an iphone. So don't double-whammy me for bad parenting...just saying...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Mama heart attack #743





Excuse the gratuitous picture of Willy Wonka, but seriously, did I make this kid with Papadada or did I unknowingly breed with a Cirque du Soleil performer??? The kid is not even 16 months old and he has better balance and coordination than me.

I think I feel the stage mother in me burgeoning....

Toddler Discipline Side-note:  What is a mother to do? Ok, so holding the iPhone in his face and taking a besquillion photos whilst squealing in amazed delight probably did nothing to deter his naked Evil Knievel All-Terrain-Vehicle stunt. But I was amazed and dang it, I was delighted!

Tomorrow, I'll be kicking myself.....When he does this....

Shit. Shit. Shitballs.