Saturday, November 28, 2009

Workin' it baby!

Hatchling No.2 - first pair of new sunglasses...

When he decides to work the camera, man is he good at it!

Any cuter and I wouldn't know where to put him...

Awww, gee, I love him more 'n my luggage.

Jen xx

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Here comes speed racer...

I am his mother - it is part of the job description.

And why would I want to post stereotypical cutesy kid shots on my blog when I have gold like this to share?

At his 21st Hatchling No.1 can thank me for taking the photos, but he can thank our neighbour "Prysa" for dressing him in this get up...

And he can thank the friend who gave Hatchling No.2 this Speed Racer costume for his 2nd birthday.

"Why, oh why?" Hatchling No.1 will ask himself, "Why did I have to try out all of Hatchling No.2's birthday presents?"

Sorry buddy, the idea was all yours...

Jen x

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Pepsi - 21 months later

In February 2004 Union Jack and I got married. In April 2004 we bought our lovely house. And in June 2004 we got an adorable little pint sized puppy called Pepsi.

(She's the one on the right...)

Pepsi was the Princess of the house. As doting dog owners, you might say we 'over-nurtured' this little fluff ball. But with a cuteness rating that was off the scale, we were powerless to do anything else.


Pepsi lost some of her status upon the birth of Hatchling No.1. Yes, a lot of things changed when Hatchling No.1 arrived...

But not as much as when Hatchling No.2 arrived. He didn't like sleep much. And he liked feeding a LOT! And he didn't like to sleep much. And he liked feeding a LOT....
Did I mention he didn't like to sleep much?
And he liked feeding a LOT??

After 10 weeks of precious little sleep I was indeed a donkey on the edge. I wanted to get rid of Union Jack because he snored - but I couldn't. I wanted to get rid of Hatchling No.1 because he was a 2 year old - but I couldn't. I wanted to get rid of myself because quite frankly I was over it - but I couldn't. And I wanted to get rid of Pepsi because she woke crying babies, woke me, created much fuss, was noisy - she thought she was a Princess.

At that time Pepsi was asking for more than I could give.

Out of nowhere appeared the cutest couple I think I've ever met. They were despereate for a dog, had tried to rescue a couple from the pound but missed out - and as if by magic they appeared. This gorgeous pair took one look at Pepsi when they came to meet her and exclaimed "She's perfect!".

I rushed to correct their perception - there should be no false advertising when it comes to dogs. But lo and behold they wanted our beautiful Pepsi-girl.

I spent the week crying, sobbing, weeping, sniffing, breast-feeding - then crying, sobbing etc. all over again. But the very next week our Pepsi moved out.

I missed her, and I didnt miss her. Pepsi's new owners simply adored her and still do. After 18 months Union Jack, the Hatchlings and I went to visit our Pepsi-girl:

She'd just had a hair cut and man did she look stupid. And cute!!


Hatchling No.1 could remember her as if she only left last week "Where's her tags?" he quizzed, "Why does she have a different tag on her collar?"

Pepsi remembered too. I think she remembered how her Princess status was calously stripped when she became 'just a dog' at our place. When it came time to leave she huddled very close to her new owner - a tad nervous that we might ask her to hop in the car with us and come home.

She's still nutty - she's noisy and demanding and lovely and sweet and cute and annoying. Pepsi is definitely still a Princess. But she's not our girl any more, and our visit cemented this fact for me - just in case I was having any doubts...

Pepsi girl is exactly where she should be.

Jen x

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Aussie cricket legends - the early years...

Yep - the word must be getting around town. When the Hatchlings and I head down to the local cricket ground for a hit, it's fair to say we draw a pretty big crowd. Check out our most recent cricket match...


Didn't see anyone watching? Cast your eye to the grand stand and you'll see the 30-40 onlookers. We didn't advertise - how they knew we fancied a hit of cricket that day remains a mystery...

Hatchling No.1 worked the camera while his baby brother limbered up...

The game was underway when with an almighty sweep, Hatchling No.2 attempted to put one on the boundary...

When achieving the boundary was deemed unlikely, Hatchling No.2 was quick to advise that the previous delivery was in fact a 'no ball'. Considering his position on the wicket, I concede that there may have been something fishy about the proceedings. A match fix perhaps??

...and when Hatchling No.1 dismissed the 'no ball' allegation, Hatchling No.2 felt it necessary to challenge. I think I heard a request for the third umpire at some point during the dispute.

The dispute was eventually resolved when Hatchling No.1 exited the oval in favour of the adjoining playground, while Hatchling No.2 took possession of both bat and ball, and followed his brother.

Gee I hope all those spectators hadn't paid extra for their seats in the Grandstand. :P
Jen x

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Hip Hip Hooray!!

Good grief is that the time?? Exactly how many days/weeks have slipped by without me publishing this post??

Errr, hmmm, um - two weeks and two days ago, The Hatchlings had their birthday party.

As you can see, there was a Bob cake for Hatchling No.2, some rather spiffy cupcakes (made by moi), party hats, blowers, and a Batman cake for Hatchling No.1.
In the spirit of the chaos that is my life, there were no official 'party games' - this was an all in free-play-fest!! I think we were all the happier for it too. With a cubby house, totem tennis, sandpit, new toys, old toys and other kids a-plenty - keeping the little people entertained was a non-issue. Besides, many seemed to be just there for the food...


THE HIGHLIGHT - Watching Hatchling No.2 start blowing before the candles were even lit or "Happy Birthday" sung. (By golly it was HIS Bob cake and he knew exactly what to do with it after a serious month packed with other kids' birthday parties!!!)


THE LOWLIGHT - The outrageously pathetic pinata purchased from certain 'paper people' who shall remain nameless. The sportscar pinata blew a head gasket at the FIRST HIT!!!!

Fortunately the kids were all too high on the lolly-grab to clock what had happened...

Party pie anyone??

Jen x