We’ve had a couple of firsts lately…
First fringe (bangs). Because the side fringe is in.
First day of 3-year-old Kinder–he loves it!
At 15mo. the firsts are coming fast and furious (say that five times fast). Mainly she likes to master climbing things. She has long since mastered the table or countertop–more recently she did have her first successful climb to the top of the piano…
On this Thanksgiving Day we are very, very thankful for our Dad (and Grandpa). We hope he has a very happy birthday and enjoys his pe-can pie.
Gail and Sarah (and the spouses/grandkids)
So no one is going to say anything about my “up ‘n’ adam” phrase from Oct 12?! You are all really too nice. My husband is not…he was practically rolling on the floor and has greeted me with it more than one morning. He thought I should leave it to test our friendship (y’all failed).
So yeah, I really thought it was “Adam.” Something about being the first one up? I did claim from the beginning “me no kan rite n speek good.” At least I can laugh at myself.
In other news…
Our computer crashed early this week so I am only now resurfacing from the multitudinous emails. I do plan on putting up the photos from Mom and Dad’s last week, but I’m not sure when I will get to it. It has been a monstrous week with things on every day and night. Tonight we have Alastair’s retirement party…tomorrow we are off to Adventure Park…Sunday we have the Youth Group for lunch…Monday we have our first “Hanen Program”…you get the idea…. Priorities, priorities!
Right, must get ready for playgroup. Oscar is currently sporting one piece pyjamas with his sister’s pink belt around his waist and a floppy sun hat.
What have you been up to?
We had three more amazing days in Tasmania before we journeyed home.
On the Wednesday we took a small ferry over to Bruny Island and once there took a breathtaking 3 hour cruise around the southernmost point–nothing but water between us and Antarctica. The cruise was amazing. The cliffs and birds and caves and blowholes and seals and weather were perfect–until 1/2 way through our 3 hour tour the weather started getting rough and our tiny ship was tossed. If not for the courage of the fearless crew…wait, wrong story…. A rough storm did catch us and although it was a “fun” experience I just as soon never do it again. Even with all our layers of clothes and thick head-to-toe ponchos the icy salt water was pelted into our faces and we all got chilled. I’m guessing this combined with our trip to the top of Mt. Wellington is what set dad off into a 3-day migraine and turned Mom’s cold into bronchitis. Still, we had a great time and I think we would all do it again–but check the weather forecast first!
Thursday was clear and sunny so we decided to head to the top of Mt. Wellingon. We were warned it would be cold and I thought we were prepared, but wow. The wind just took your breath away. The view was unreal–like really you couldn’t quite believe it was true it was so incredible. We might have liked to stay and look all day, but Pippa screamed and screamed when I took her out so she and I hung out in the car until Oscar discovered that he did NOT like the feel of the snow on bare fingers and started screaming his head off! So we cut the trip short and headed back to the warmth of the Salamanca Market where we enjoyed a fantastic lunch at Tricycle and the kids chased birds and “played” chess.
Friday we packed up and spent the day picking our way back to Devonport to catch the overnight ferry home. We told rounds of stories and played word games and tried to teach Ella some “knock, knock” jokes (she’s pretty good at the “interrupting cow” joke now) and sipped coffees in country towns while perusing their antique and craft shops and then our trip wound itself to the finish.
The trip to Tasmania was wonderful. Definitely one of those once-in-a-lifetime trips that won’t soon be forgotten. I was nervous how it would all go with two little kids that still take naps throughout the day, but we decided to just go for it and the kids rallied wonderfully. It was strange to come home and go to church the next day. We had done and seen so much it was hard to believe that we had really been at church just the previous Sunday. The memories are particularly precious now that Dad has so suddenly lost his vision. I love that I got to see and experience those things with him and Mom. I’m not sure now if another trip to Australia will be on the cards for the them again.
We took it easy the next day (not that it means I didn’t take a million photos). We headed to the Salamanca Market where we enjoyed coffee at Retro, browsing the shops (no surprise “The Faerie Shop” was Ella’s favourite), “playing” a giant game of chess, followed by a mouth-watering lunch at Plum. In the afternoon we headed to Bonorong Wildlife Sanctuary where Dad fell in love with the Tasmanian Devils, Josh got to smell a koala (surprise–it smells like eucalyptus), and we all got to hand-feed the kangaroos (Oscar tried to feed them some of their own roo-poo, but they did not go for it).