Thursday, June 28, 2007

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!

Saturday, June 23, 2007

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"

Friday, June 22, 2007

the worth of a child

The Touch Of a Masters Hand
'twas battered and scarred and the auctioner
though it scarely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin, but he held it up with a smile.
What am I bid for this good folks, he cried.
Who'll start the bidding for me? A pound, a pound, then two. Only two.
Three pounds, once; three pounds twice. Going for three....... but no.
From the room far back, a grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin and tightning the loosened strings.
He played a melody pure and sweet.... as a carolling angel sings.

The the music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, What am I bid for this old violin? And held it up with the bow.
A thousand pounds; who'll make it two? Two thousand pounds, who'll make it three?
Three thousand once, Three thousand twice, And going and gone said he.

The people cheered, but one of them cried.
'We dont understand,
What changed its worth, made it so grand?'
Back came the reply,
'The touch of a master's hand.'

And many a child who comes to you
As a child who only exists
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Like the old violin you saw.
Robbed of his childhood, nobody cares.
A true self that nobody knows
He is going once and going twice.
Without you he is almost gone.
So when you come forward, you folk in the street.
Who never can quite understand.
Its the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought,
By the touch of the Master's Hand.

(Sorry I dont know who the author is)

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

time waster!

Click here

It will take you to a cool site which will give you heaps of facts and figures about your birthday.

Monday, June 04, 2007

recent photos of...


Davey Crockett, jnr



Captain Dylan McPreppy, auditioning for 90210, the early years



hungry hungry hippo, and friend!

Can you tell he's going through a "posing" phase?

Saturday, June 02, 2007

we were robbed

Please tell me we are not the only ones sitting here shaking our heads! That game (Swans v Essendon) was an absolute joke! I mean yeah, at times we played a bit ( a lot) crap, but the umpiring was woeful! BOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOO!

What is the deal with us loosing by a point again? URGH!