ohdeedoh! oh my!

21 07 2009

Look at who made one of my favorite blogs, Apartment Therapy’s ohdeedoh!

It is the little gypsy herself:

That has always been one of my favorite photos from our travels. London is such a great city to explore with kids. If you are going, I recommend you pick up a copy of This Is London to read first.


because the next time we are at a beach

14 06 2009

we will be in bathing suits.

a week from tomorrow, we are going to toss the lot of them in a taxi and make our way to the airport for the start of what i think may be the best 5 weeks we have had in a long, long, long time.

i left the states almost exactly 15 months ago and i can still taste the salty tears i cried as i put my hands on my belly willing the unborn twins to kick as the plane took off. i needed something. some sign that we were going to be alright. those moments are still so fresh and a bit of that fear is still unresolved, but i think the cure is coming. every day is its own reward and my life over the last 450 odd days has been amazing and wonderful… but with all the new, i crave some of the old. i need to go back and see my friends. i need to confirm what i feel in my heart that even over the miles and years, we are connected by something that can’t be destroyed by that distance and time.

that we truly are alright.

from our winter day on the beach:



what a little request ended up being…

3 06 2009


when pete sent me the packs of film for my sx-70, i never imagined that a shot of gemma would end up in a ny times blog piece about polaroids! now THAT is one for her scrapbook. thanks again, pete!

i am a “mum” now…

8 05 2009

last year she still called me mom and i require it at home, but today, this morning…i was proudly her mum.

stopped in the corner coffee shop on the way to school for my mother’s day spa treatments in gemma’s classroom…






the lights were all out and candles were lit…i was presented my gifts and then i got a back rub and hand massage…heavy on the lotion.


just so special…all of it. i am glad i took my camera, because i don’t have the words to describe the day. i just love my big girl.








and home i went..a mum.


the greening of melbourne

14 03 2009

on the back deck

it rained and we got caught in it and we played in our bare feet and then we went inside so the babies could nap.

the air smells like heaven

our brand new rain water tanks are filling up.

playing in the rain

~ melbourne australia kid photography ~

ode to a girl and a girl and a boy

27 01 2009


how did you kids pick me as your mother?  you must have known that i needed you in my life.

my boy, you are so quick to share your smile.  i think i need to record your laugh because i am convinced it could cure the worst depression.  while your twin sister is doing the infant river dance and scooting around the floor on her back, you are happy to do nothing (although we have caught you rolling all over your crib, so we know you can do it).  in fact, you don’t even turn your head when you plant your face on the floor refusing to partake in tummy time.  you are such a funny gentle boy.  however,  i don’t actually find it all that funny that you started saying “dadda” today.  clear as day.  “dadda” while i changed your really poopy diaper.  “dadda” in little breaks during nursing this morning.  “dadda” as i played with you and fed you sweet potato and apple in the evening.  “dadda” when i walked in your room after your nap.

i got my revenge though.  as you were saying “dadda”, i dressed you like a silly tv character and took your photo.  you want to learn how to say “mommy” now?


oh my litttle clover.  i found out today what is crankier than the chicken…  the chicken with a fever.  i really hope that you are just cutting that matching tooth on the bottom because if anyone does not need to have more problems, it is you.  you are tough though.  feisty and wiry and funny as heck.  you scream and you screech and you say “psthhhssssthhhhhh” and you grab every toy and binkie from your brother.  you don’t need them, you just can get them, so you do.  you will be out of your crib early, i can tell.  i put you down and before i leave the room, you are to the opposite end wedged in the corner hatching your plan to escape.  i hope i am smart enough to keep up with your curiosity as you grow.  i could never imagine having a child like you and now, i can’t imagine life without a child like you.

tomorrow, my big girl starts school.  again.  when we moved here almost a year ago (where has that time gone?), gemma started a lovely school.  one of the many changes for her in 2008.  she is starting a new school tomorrow.  i am so proud of her and her strength.  so i will take photos of the new (cute!) uniform and i will tell you that it will all be great and i will wave and hug and turn to go and i will cry while i walk home.  you will do fantastic, i will be fine.  gemma, as much as we drive each other crazy spending every day together, i will miss you like mad and will be counting the hours until 3 when i can see that smile of yours.  i will be practicing my new “buddhism lite” skills and let my attachments go…i will live in the moment.  one thing though, did you have to break my heart today and say “zeh-brah” instead of “zee-bra”?  really?  like it was no big deal.  just like that.  you have an accent.  now i can add you to the list of people here i misunderstand on a daily basis.

isn’t it amazing how everyones kids are perfect for them?

a few i never shared from (way) back in december…how the 2 months of summer break have flown by.



“that mom”

22 01 2009

today, i took gemma out for a movie date.  we saw Bolt and we had one of the best days…we danced in the mall to silly music not giving a darn what other people thought.


she delighted in “paying” for the popcorn and drinks.  i delighted in watching her.


she sat on my lap for the whole show.  i hugged her and we laughed and it was just as it is supposed to be.


later in the evening, back at home, i let the cleaning and feeding of all three kids get the better of me and i got upset at a little (ok, a lot) of spilled (ok, dumped) baby food.  i heard gemma say to clover, who was still laughing and finger painting with her apples, “no clovey, this isn’t a happy thing.  you should not have done that.”  i actually felt my heart breaking.  i wanted to go and dump apples on all of us and scream, “yes clovey and gemma and kieran, this IS a happy thing.  babies are supposed to dump food and we should all just step back and laugh together.  mommy was just being an idiot, human, but an idiot human.”

it was that moment and i decided i don’t want to be “that mom.”  ever again.  i was just upset because i wanted the situation to be something other than it was.  i did not want clover to be covered in apples.  i did not want the floor or highchair to be covered in apples.  i actually did not want the window to be covered in apples either, but they all were.  the one thing i could change was my attitude.

i learned a lesson today.