the Bupa Blog Awards – a wrap up

Bupa_BloggersAwards - image courtesy of Bupa

Image courtesy of Bupa

On Friday morning, I awoke at 4:30am (not an unusual occurrence courtesy of Baby E) to drive to the airport and catch a plane to Sydney for the day (a very, VERY unusual occurrence).  To add to the surreal nature of the experience, I was actually camping. So at 4:45 am in the morning I donned a fancy dress and sparkly shoes and applied make-up in the camping amenity block.

Sarah and I had been shortlisted as finalists in the Bupa Blog Awards. The awards lunch was being held in Sydney and we are Brisbane girls. At first, I didn’t think we would go. It seemed too expensive. Too much of an imposition on our families. But friends and family both encouraged us – how many chances like this will you get in your lifetime? they asked. And so we both booked our tickets, looking forward to attending together, a lunch without our children in tow and celebrating our blogs modest success. The days passed and our excitement grew. And then reality happened. Sarah became very ill and had to be hospitalised. Continue reading

The world according to my five year old + An AWESOME Give Away!

Photo credit Robyna MayMaster I is a character.  I know this because the first thing his Prep teacher said at our inaugural teacher/parent interview was “ah, your son is quite a character.”

She wasn’t the first to make the observation.  I am still unsure as to whether this is a compliment, but at least he stands out from the crowd.  Never a bad thing.  He does do and say things that are ridiculously hilarious.  Every time I relay one of his quirky stories, I am told – “I do hope you are writing all this down.”

So, this is me, writing it down.

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Creating Memories. Cherishing Moments. This Month’s Challenge.

Creating the Memories
Amongst the teenaged journals, the hand-written letters, the birthday cards and the long forgotten post cards there is a large pink album.  A childhood album that spans newborn to late primary school.   There are empty spaces here and there, photographs used for school projects and never returned.  Gap toothed pages echoing a primary school smile. But on the whole, it tells the story of my childhood.  It amounts to maybe a couple of photos a year but it is enough to bring the memories flooding back. Continue reading