Mother's Day 2016

Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016
Mother's Day 2016


Mother's Day 2016

I totally suck when it comes to writing about my feelings. So instead I will quote my favourite band, Iron and Wine. This is from a song I've come to refer to as my 'Fox song'. It's one of those songs that makes you feel like the lyricist has somehow been inside your mind, plucked out a thought or feeling and magically transformed it into words. OK, so it's not the most profound, poetic masterpiece ever written. Far from it. But in a way that's why its so perfect.

Also, am I the only weirdo that has assigned songs to their children? I've always wondered. 


This song is aptly named 'Joy'


Deep inside the heart of this troubled man
There's an itty bitty boy tugging hard at your hand
Born bitter as a lemon but you must understand
That you've been bringing me joy

And I'll only lie when you don't want the truth
I'm only frightened cause you finally gave me something to lose
And it's as loud as a thunderclap and you hear it, too
But you've been bringing me joy

Deep inside the heart of this crazy mess
I'm only calm when I get lost within your wilderness
Born crooked as a creek bed and come to confess
That you've been bringing me joy

When I'm alive I'm living for you
Another blue bird dying but singing the blues
And it's a heartfelt silly sort of bumbling tune
About how you're bringing me joy



And in case you're interested, you can listen to it here.

Childhood Unplugged

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Childhood Unplugged


With everything going on lately, Lamb going to big school and my mother-in-law's stroke, it feels like aeons since we've had a beach adventure like the carefree days of old. Seaside frolics were once a daily occurrence (if not daily, at least weekly). On Saturday afternoon after the children had finished their dinner we made a spare-of-the-moment decision to go to the rock pools. We piled into the car and raced against the setting sun to get there just in time to enjoy the last few minutes of daylight (hence I only manged to take a few photos). I held my breath as Fox clumsily made his way over jagged rocks in the oversized gumboots he had been wearing since he got them for his birthday three weeks ago. The children threw rocks into the water. Then we all sat together and watched the first few stars come out before mosquitoes forced us to make a hasty retreat. We stopped at the local supermarket on the way home for ice-cream and my husband jokingly said, "Another exciting Saturday night out with the family," to which I replied, in all sincerity, "I wouldn't have it any other way".


Greek Easter 2016

Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016

Greek Easter 2016
Greek Easter 2016


Greek Easter 2016


17/52

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17/52


1. My portrait  |  2. Lamb's portrait


15/52

Three Today!
15/52 By Lamb


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1. My portrait  | 2. Lamb's portrait


Three

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Fox Turns Three