Ahhh, the cold weather is here with vengeance. In Canberra it seems like only yesterday it was so hot that the kids were complaining about the car airconditioner not being strong enough. And now the wet and wind has set in and much of the beautiful autumn foliage has confettied down to the ground. It is also the season for colds and flu.
I am a just a wee bit proud of my latest craft project: a 1957 Vogue children’s jumper in mock rib stitch.
I am quietly proud today: I engaged my kids in cleaning. And they liked it!
Ah, and so this is Christmas. So much in-your-face commercial crap, and a lot of pressure to have a perfect event. Like every year, I have kept my commitment to avoid shopping malls, over indulgence and unnecessary expense. And yet, in my struggle to identify meaning, I always find there is something unexpected there and take joy in passing on traditions to my sons.
Last year we enjoyed Christmas in Taipei. A cold Christmas, conducive to baking and lighting candles. But this year we have returned to Australia, so I am able to share with Big A and Little A the sorts of traditions that I grew up with. These are some of the things that I love about an Aussie Christmas: Continue reading
Where to take a group of 2, 3 and 5-year-old boys and their parents on a family trip to Canberra? An art gallery might not be the obvious choice. But we were inspired and entertained during our family friendly visit to the National Portrait Gallery, Gallery, as part of a special 101 Local Human before-the-gallery-opens experience.
After taking two months off to help our transition back to Australia, I went back to work. It is nearly six weeks ago now, but if feels like only yesterday.
The Sunday before last was Mother’s Day. My boys made some creative objects at childcare, which I treasured even if I will not keep forever. Big A wanted to open the ‘to Mum’ present wrapped in brown paper and string. As far as he was concerned it was his.
Last night, we were driving back home after work. We had just picked up Big A and Little A from childcare, and they were busily begging for biscuits and Big A was related stories about his day. It was a perfect sunset, and as we drove along past the patriotic view across Lake Burley Griffin to the High Court, National Library and beyond to Parliament House, I couldn’t help but let out a ‘wow’. “I am so happy being back in Canberra,” I said to hubbie.