now we find out...

who actually reads this thing! :P

Please comment/ email me if you'd like to know how to get one of these
$40 books for $4.95...I have a coupon!

I will share this great info with you, once I know who you are, and that you read my blog

hahaha! (on a power trip much Frey?)

I have made one, and they are so awesome!

Scubadude!

I thought the inventiveness of the water bottle air tanks was very cool!




and, just for fun, a photo of smudge at 32 weeks, apparently he'll grow some more before he's born. Unless he's going to remove a rib or 2, I have no idea how that will work!

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I think this video should be on TV all the damn time, and compulsory viewing before leaving the hospital...

The trouble being that those who need to heed the message most would show little to no response to it...

sad

todays big question

Why are Liberian soldiers wearing fright wigs?

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W's 4th Birthday

Note the homemade "Zappo the Alien" birthday cake

W celebrated his 4th birthday in style with a fancy do at a play center. It was cold and wet outside but the kids didn't care and a great time was had by all (kids).

The parents meanwhile went slowly insane with the amount of noise being generated by a large number of kids in an enclosed space. Note to couples thinking of having children, do not go to a play center on a weekend, it may put you off kids for good!

But seriously the kids had a good time (who wouldn't with the amount of sugar running through their tiny little bodies?) and below are the photos to prove it. These photos are from the private rooms upstairs, it was too much bedlam downstairs in the public area to get any good photos.

W had a great time and received great presents.

A special thank you to Auntie Briony for coming over from Sydney to make W's day extra special.

thank you!

thanks po po and koung koung

thanks gramps

Thanks also to auntie Jo and auntie Kate, for whose presents mummy had not charged the camera battery!

auntie Briony arrives tonight...We are having a very lucky run with the aunties, who W now thinks are kind of like fairy godmothers, who grant wishes and presents for mysterious far away places!

The measure of a man

This week, there was a shooting in Melbourne, a shooting in which some people of the general public became involved, because they came to help.

You can read about the funeral of one of these men here.

To me, this is the kind of man who epitomises the word "hero". This is the sort of man I want my boys to grow up to be. Not because women need men to protect us- but because we all need each other to protect us.

One of the things I admired the most about my Dad when I was growing up, was that he was always the one who helped ladies get their pram down the station stairs, when it seemed everyone else was rushing around, too busy to help.

Twice this week, I have seen W stop and do something for someone else- a baby dropped a shoe, and he took it to his mum. At toy library, there was a blankie on the ground, and he looked around for anyone who might have dropped it. He found the pram and ran to the lady to return it...I felt more proud than I felt the situation deserved, but I think things like this are a pre-cursor to a life of "best and fairest".

If W grew up to be like this man, I'd be ever so proud. This man's children are too young to understand now, but I hope that when they grow up, rather than feeling angry for the way he left them, they will feel enormously proud of the man he was.

I heard a quote once, which I think summarizes the situation perfectly- "our children are watching us live, and who we are shouts louder than anything we can say"