Good girl dreaming

Too fast but I'll take what i can get....

Well my Haida arrived yesterday and left late today. Her time here went way too fast, but it was great. We really maximised it and did everything we needed to do. Visited old places, schools, shops (there was some lingerie purchases...), ate one of Leoni's tiramisu cupcake (that's a whole other blog post), drank lots of coffee and wine (not together of course),laughed, and talked a lot. We actually started writing down topics of conversation for fear that we would forget something (seriously) ....so we definitely covered some ground.
Haida, thanks for a great weekend. I love how you can come in and out of my life at any time and fit right in. You see the best in me and only bring out the best in me. I love that despite having a full house (my parents were here too enroute to Brisvegas) you just don't care about the niceties and walk in to my home like it's yours. I love that. I love that when we were waiting for you to arrive at the airport I said to my kids (in order for them to not get antsy waiting), "what do you think she'll be wearing?" and i said jeans and a t-shirt with a sweater that will either be pink or read (and you were) adn then i said, what colour will her bag be, and i said it would be either pink or red (it was pink)..I appreciate our conversations about our careers, current issues, bedroom secrets, protective behaviours for kids and good coffee...I love that you know me really well and still like me anyway. I appreciate that you don't care if i forget your birthday (not sure that i actually have....) or if my dishes are still in my sink.
28 hours was just not enough. so good to have you here xxxxx

Beautiful...Girlfriends and coffee....

Remember I was going to post a lot about things I think are beautiful? Yeh, well, I am going to get back in to that.
And this, my friends, is something beautiful. Girlfriends with coffee. Ahhhh.....
It's often the simplest things that make one smile....

When did he get so big????

Lucio has just astounded me so frequently recently. He is saying the most profound things. And then he says something really genuinely funny. My boy has a great sense of humor. He seems to have this natural wit emerging. He is so clever.
Not only is he writing his books, he has moved on to "chapter books" so there's more writing than drawing in his books now. I love the way that they always have a 'rating' on the front. He loves writing "R" for violence. Like he's ever seen anything close to an R rated movie in his life!
He woke me in the middle of hte night last night and was talking about something (he and I have a tendency to have whole conversations in our sleep....) and without knowing exactly what he was talking about he asked me, "Mum, do you think it's a myth?". I say, "A what?" (a little suprised that he not only used that word, which i think is sophisticated for a 7 year old, but he used it in context). He repeats himself, "Do you think it's a myth...or is it something that adults sit around the campfire telling kids about and making up stories?".
I am serious.
This is the stuff he says at 2am.
I have always thought Lucio was pretty special. (Except when he was about 2 and a half when I thought about selling him on ebay after tantrum #457). He has always impressed me. I find myself looking at him a lot and thinking, "wow, he's goodlooking" or "isn't he clever" etc etc. I really like him. Of course i love him, he's my son. But I really like him. I think he's a great kid. I am more and more confident that he's going to make a great person. A super adult.
Anyway, I just wanted to share that. I am conscious I post a lot about Miss Aria. She's always willing to pose for a photo. Not that Lucio isn't. He is certainly easier. He doesn't demand for much. He is pretty much self sufficient. He's easily pleased. He's generally always happy. He doesnt' hold a grudge. He loves cuddles. What is not to love?

Do you think they are posers?

As I have been going through my photos online tonight I noticed something.....

my children seem to think they have a contract with Warner Brothers or Lancome.

DO you think they are posers?

New Romantic

Wish I didnt' have to go to work tomorrow and had some magazine launch to attend instead.....

Speaking of friends....

Aria and Chrissy first met when they were about 18 months old. They met at kindy. They liked each other from the day they met. They spent a few years together at the same kindy, then this year, for the first time were separated. Chrissy started prep at one school and Aria started pre-prep at another. WHile they are only 2 months apart in age, Chrissy's birthday fell before the prep cut off while Aria's was just after, so they are now in different school years.
Despite this, they see each other for playdates. THis has been easy to facilitate as Chrissy's mum, Heidi, and I get on so well. Recently it was Chrissy's birthday. Aria dressed herself - love the colour combo? Of course, everything she wears HAS to have tights.
It's so nice that even as little kids, lasting friendships mean something.

A weekend to look forward to...

My forever friend, Haida, is coming to see me on the weekend. She is flying a long way to spend about 30 hours with me. I am so excited. We are often not in the same country or the same state and never in the same city. We have known each other since we were about 13. It was love when I made her a pair of boxer shorts. (I so don't sew). We have met up in different countries, speak irregularly, missed important dates (each other's weddings) but made other special times (birthdays of kids, engagement parties) and always just pick up where we left off. I am really looking forward to talking heaps, sharing a bottle of wine (or several) and laughing and being together.
Can't wait to see you Haida. xxx

A whole lotta happy

This just gives me a whole lotta happy.....xxxx

Why Patsy Cline makes me smile......

Dani left a comment about my new music and that the Patsy Cline number was a diverse addition! Let me explain my affinity with Miss Patsy CLine....

When I was little, I was blessed to have two wonderful grandparents who lived nearby - my Nanny and my Gugie, as I called them. I spent lots of time with them, all through my childhood, and even as a teenager, twice a week would catch the school bus to their house after school and hang out until my mum finished work.

I have so many great memories - I could write a book of the lessons learnt,the laughs shared, the memories made....those close to me know how amazingly influential these two people were on my life.

One of my favourite memories of my Gugie was he and I dancing. It is one of my earliest memories of he and I - I wouldn't have been more than 7 or 8. Maybe younger. Gugie used to go through his records wiht me and while he had many 'golden greats' we both agreed that Patsy Cline was our favourite. He made me appreciate her. Of course, I had no idea who she was initially....but after many ocasions of him putting on his Patsy records and us dancing together in his living room, I grew to adore that woman and her soulful, painful voice. YOu can tell by her voice she knew pain, she knew loss and love.


My Gugie had a funny leg - not sure what the story was ....only think of that now....isn't it interesting that kids never really stop to question imperfections of those they love? ....and so he danced slowly, and used to lift up his gammy leg (my phrase for disabled leg!) and then down again and turn me around.

They were simple moves. He was not Fred Astaire. But I loved it. I loved the way he smelt. THe way he dressed (always with suit jacket and hat, just like in this picture). THe way he spoilt me. NO matter how many times my mother told him to not buy me sweets, he always did. Must have annoyed her so much, now I am a mum and can appreciate that! There was a corner store, about 5 minutes walk from his house and we would walk to hte store together, hand in hand, and he would let me choose whatever i wanted. He was a smoker. I often chose the lolly cigarettes ("fags" asa they were called in AUstralia in the 70's)..and would pretend to smoke like him. (No, I never did grow up to be a smoker!)....and he let me have bubblegum which my mother had banned. The last time I got gum was when it got stuck in my very long hair and Gugie cut it out for me and when Mum picked me up and saw my hacked up long hair......how did she not scream at him? It's funny now. I guess she knew how significant he was in my life- how much he adored me. ANd hair grows.

So, when I hear Patsy Cline, I think of my beloved Gugie. When I am a bit morose, I will actually listen to Patsy and her voice transports me. It's a nice feeling. Safe. Magical. Happy. Laughing.

All good.

Miss him still.

Music Music Music

Check out my new music- scroll right down the bottom of the page - you can choose what you listen to. There's heaps of tracks, I am sure you will find something you like.

Enjoy x