There’s an intruder in the room…and it’s me, apparently

We’re watching Play School. Keira keeps pointing to the screen and saying, “mummy, mummy!” Me: “Is that a mummy?” Justine is on the screen, good ole’ Justine. Keira: “Play school mummy?” “Her name’s Justine, Keira.” “No, my mummy” “Justine’s your mummy?” “Yeah” “No, I’m your mummy” “No, I want her!” Well, isn’t that just dandy?

Glorious Spring Day

So far this week, the weather has been wonderful here in Melbourne. Spending so much time of the year indoors has been the hardest thing to become accustomed to since we moved from NSW. But the warmth of this week has seen Keira outside frolicking on the deck It’s great. I have some new photos…

September 11 – Kids, planes and the twin towers

I’m sure I don’t need to remind you that it’s the five year anniversary of the attack on New York. I still feel as affected by it today as I was then. I remember the whole week with a clarity I wish I could remember other significant periods of my life as having. What made…