snap it {spikey}

Tutus. Enough said.

More {spikey} things over at Sarah's.

weekend love

The aftermath of the vomiting kept me busy in the laundry pretty much all day Friday. I only showered after the kids went to bed! Thankfully it all passed quickly and that was the last we've seen.

Saturday morning Ruby and I headed off to our mothers' group Christmas party while the boys stayed home with dad for some much needed rest. It was a really lovely morning catching up with my beautiful friends (and some of their lovely hubbies). Five years on and still going strong with 20+ children between the dozen of us. We all managed to make it - bar one who is currently living in Canberra - so we'll forgive her absence. We missed you Rachel!

It was really hot in Melbourne on Saturday. After lunch we retreated to the comfort of our air conditioned indoors while we prepared for Ruby's first dance concert. Great excitement, perhaps equally from both of us. Our plans were changed slightly when the Fabrootzies had to cancel babysitting duties after my sister came down with a tummy bug too! Quite ironic given our earlier conversation, making sure Cole was well again so they would be able to babysit, as I didn't want to pass on any germs. Turns out someone else shared their germs with her. So hubby stayed with the boys and while he never said it, I know he was disappointed to be missing her first concert. She did brilliantly, smiled and remembered the routine. And above all she had so much fun. She hit a wall around 9pm and whispered in the darkness mummy, I want to go home now. We scurried out of the auditorium. We were those annoying people who make you turn your knees to the side to let people pass at a most inappropriate time. Whatevs.

A day at home on Sunday, which seemed just as busy as if we had to go somewhere. We put the Christmas tree up, but didn't manage full hall decking, just bits and pieces, here and there. Hubby had to work late in the day and the kids were exhausted. So it was porridge for dinner and lights out. I was so looking forward to sitting on the couch to enjoy the first night the tree would be lit up. Turns out I threw out one set of lights last year. So I just enjoyed the top half of the tree lit up. This will be remedied this morning!

So is your tree up? Or are you one of those strictly 1st of December ONLY people?

Linking up with Lou for Point + Shoot

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.

Linking up with the ever-inspiring SouleMama.

~~~~~

Last night there was a vomiting three year old in the house, and a lengthy blackout. Thankfully the two did not occur simultaneously. Cleaning up vomit by candlelight is not something I want to try out. I really LOVE electricity.

Here's to a fabulous weekend ahead! x

for my mum

My sisters and I danced together for ten years. With each other, and against each other. We lived and breathed it, six days a week. I wouldn't dare guess the amount of hours my mum spent working on costumes, props and other guff.  How many trips she did backwards and forwards between home and dance. For many years we were all in different classes, with different class times. I can't believe she didn't throw a party when we all finally ended up in the same class. Just one drop off, one pick up. And then when I got my licence - no pick up or drop off! When Mum had to work weekends, Dad would take us away for eisteddfods. He wedged a broom handle from one side of the tarago roof, to the other. He would meticulously pack and hang all our costumes and necessities. He does everything meticulously. He couldn't see out of the rear window. He would sit in the auditorium day in, day out. He would always give constructive criticism. By then end, he was pretty good at knowing what was decent and what was rubbish, sometimes better than the judge. Some of my fondest memories of a teenage me, involved dancing. It taught me discipline and respect. It gave me confidence and friendship.

My tiny dancer has it in her blood. She's been dancing around since she could walk. She's nearing the end of her first year of dance class. I can't wait to see her on stage. It's a little early to see the discipline and respect, but I'm sure I'll see the confidence and friendship.

Thanks for letting us dance, mum. Thanks for the effort, the patience, the support, the driving. And thanks for being such a good judge, dad.

{this moment}

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.

A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.

Linking up with the ever-inspiring SouleMama.

~~~~~

Ruby had photos taken today, in preparation for her first dance concert in a few weeks' time. Oh, the excitement! I hope your weekend includes some excitement - even if only a smidge x

snap it {hidden}

Now you see her. Now you don't. Sorta.

See what else is {hidden} over at the lovely Sarah's.