Snap shots of life

You could almost forgive her for being awake half the night most nights, cos she looks so cute. Awww ... (I said almost, yeah? Though she is most definitely cute)

Because life is apparently *that* tough ... and it's not often I take a decent picture and get the timing spot on, so this one is also an exceptionally rare picture-taking-skill pat on the back.

Helping Dad in the yard, also being cute.

In his lunch-box. Heh. He loves this box. It's been sitting in the middle of the lounge for days, and I have a terrible feeling that when it expires, I'm going to have to go and buy something else (a moses basket and stand for the not-ginger came in this one because the 'orrible child was of the opinion that hammocks suck, and I was desperate enough for sleep to shell out the cash on a second bed that she'll probalby only be in for 5 minutes - lucky for her she thought the moses basket was a definite step in the right direction) that comes in a big ol' box just so we still have a box. He's watching old Humprey Bear cartoons on the computer pre-nap-time. It's his thing.

The gorgeous woodland mobile I found on Etsy for the not-ginger's room. Came all the way from Sweden. I probably should've taken it out and hung it up before taking the picture, but I'm impatient and lazy, so you get a plastic-wrapped picture.

Snooow!

Poor little lemon tree
Poor big lemon tree
Poor feijoas





Happy border collie

Fraser Park across the road, and the hills. Somewhere.

The little ginger, most fascinated.

Building a snowman.

Not quite getting the idea behind building a snowman. The husband got most twitchy.

The little ginger taking refuge in the wood shed from snowballs being fired at him (seriously, the husband really was not amused about his snowman).

The little ginger escalating the snowball war.

And having a marvellous time.

The not-ginger not giving a toss what was going on outside.

The littlest ginger arrives, and she's not a ginger

I still take the crappest photos in the history of the world, but she's so cute you don't even notice huh?


Antonia Helene - born 4th August 2011 (I think - that was Thursday a week ago right? Turns out it's not just the husband that needs these things tattooed on himself) at 9.41am. A bit rough that on your last night pre-baby you find yourself setting the alarm for about 5.30am so you can be at the hospital for a 7am kick off. Still, beats a surprise 2am trip. Or even abandoning dinner at 5pm the night before the scheduled c-section because the little blighter has barely moved all day and needs monitoring to make sure she's ok in there. It was good dinner too. Although, I did get a McDonald's apple pie on the way home from the hospital to make up for it. Caught me by surprise that the hot contents caution was actually necessary though - I very nearly dropped the thing on the belly covering my lap, so unexpected was the hot contents. Seriously, who ever buys a hot apple pie from McDonalds, thinking it's actually going to be hot?)

And now, I need a couple of litres of coffee.

(Also, FYI - you haven't missed anything at all since my last post, except much pregnancy-related whinging. And a cardigan, affectionately known as my blanket with sleeves, that ended up rather enormous because I bollocksed up the pattern, but did keep me busy while I could barely move off the couch. I've started another one that looks a little less like a layer of bedding (at this stage) but photos could be way, way off - not only do I end up forgetting what I'm doing before I've barely started but the little ginger sneezed on the Netbook I upload my photos to and it turns out that little kid sneezes are not only disgusting, but they also have the power to 90% fry electronics. Bless)