tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75973062388796720522024-02-19T15:39:59.176+11:00Stitches on MarsSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-63409661567509008722012-01-17T15:15:00.004+11:002012-01-17T21:11:35.953+11:00I went for a walk around Lillydale lake today.<br />Its been a few years since I last went. Liam had yet to discover his abhorrence of cold water, so going with him by myself was a challenge I had not thought through. It turned in to a real struggle keeping him safe and out of the water, then carrying this wriggly mutinous creature with a backpack up a hill to the car....never again.<br />So I had forgotten the simple pleasure of walking around the lake. I've gone with family, friends and on my own. Sometimes I prefer it on my own, even though its the memories of other people and times I carry with me. My mind loved the carefree chance to wander and it made me wonder why some people needed an ipod.<br />My mind drifted from the misty cold morning when Amy and I were losing weight, the coolish breeze ruffling my hair and cooling my body, strains of Adele (who needs an ipod), pushing Liam around in his pram chatting to Mum, the photos I had seen of Adam and Naomi there as their relationship blossomed (and where we said goodbye as they headed for a new life in Sydney), watching remote controlled sailing ships and the dog in the shallows refusing to leave :), the contrail in the blue sky above to the comforting fatigue as I reached the car. Pure bliss!<br />I went home in a very peaceful frame of mind and all it had taken was a half hour walk in body and soul.Sharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-33094997175109792042011-04-02T14:20:00.006+11:002011-04-02T17:45:24.987+11:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIGCc98mgrUY-hQX3konAaP7eN0tg47D0erBVD6JX0p73ri41lxJ6rvrdHBEGcvIqHCUmUcvnVu-952kHlAiO7b4_0a-oXGW3Uxg6DwEdbgWmlGfPvn08lWgPf4uhDk0n2vC69ZVqg1K3/s1600/World+Autism+Awareness+day.jpeg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicIGCc98mgrUY-hQX3konAaP7eN0tg47D0erBVD6JX0p73ri41lxJ6rvrdHBEGcvIqHCUmUcvnVu-952kHlAiO7b4_0a-oXGW3Uxg6DwEdbgWmlGfPvn08lWgPf4uhDk0n2vC69ZVqg1K3/s320/World+Autism+Awareness+day.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590822970742590738" border="0" /></a>Autism Awareness<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxvLnlTelg1pge4Rx0lt18f0N9QVtcA6VO8BlnwOUIi82TS81M2E3Us7saYc0fm2CLQb7v1dXASPd-DDLPj0XBbCOV8yR5s2QobIfAujJNq1OVO2FpRVl_zVIFguBgtXy2qzjbbJMSw0o/s1600/P1010625.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxvLnlTelg1pge4Rx0lt18f0N9QVtcA6VO8BlnwOUIi82TS81M2E3Us7saYc0fm2CLQb7v1dXASPd-DDLPj0XBbCOV8yR5s2QobIfAujJNq1OVO2FpRVl_zVIFguBgtXy2qzjbbJMSw0o/s320/P1010625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590824261229207634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxewuDdRozc41-cLlJ4fIABQeOdajAp2n_Xqi_QsZUpp6W595HIlXPTiywSStBO4POmMDfyFUpBiZiL8LIWWu7JJVzHmlBxLSeNTYL6YShcii0ln27QlEJSCZgTlGUfJXIcznnB5Sblnk/s1600/P1010608.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxewuDdRozc41-cLlJ4fIABQeOdajAp2n_Xqi_QsZUpp6W595HIlXPTiywSStBO4POmMDfyFUpBiZiL8LIWWu7JJVzHmlBxLSeNTYL6YShcii0ln27QlEJSCZgTlGUfJXIcznnB5Sblnk/s320/P1010608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590824259611261506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is one of the faces of Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD). It is also a face I adore. Most of the time he is a happy and affectionate young man. Sometimes he gets overwhelmed by the sensory information he experiences. He will shut down (sleep) and let his brain recover or perhaps cover his ears or start running and running.<br />Other times he needs extra stimulation...he loves movement and is drawn to moving vehicles and swings and chase sequences in films...touch and seeks hugs and the lovely feeling of water especially the differences between above and below the surface (unless its cold).<br /><br />We worry about him, his innocence and his vulnerability and his knack of knowing when you are not fully attentive. Things can go easily happen then.<br /><br />All my friends with children on the spectrum have "lost" them for a minute or much more. They don't answer, they know where they want to go and go, they know what they want and when to get it. No-one can be that attentive. So we panic when they gleefully run off in a book store, knowing there is a road outside and more than one exit, when we realise they can get into a cupboard and possibly hurt or poison themselves. Many of us have to lock up our houses like "Fort Knox" to keep our precious child safe....and that is still not enough. Every 6 months or so we hear on the news that another one of our gorgeous children has been killed by a train or a car or has drowned. It hits all of us hard.<br /><br />Because they are precious: they are our fascinating mysteries wrapped in an enigma, frustrating and beguiling and pure and exhausting and adorable. They drive us crazy as I'm sure we do them (and the weird strange world we live on). They need our help, our understanding and our love. The simple act of a kiss or the word "Mummy" is the greatest gift that so many people take for granted.<br /><br />Liam understands so much and so little. He has the most expressive face. He has autism, but that doesn't make him a different species any more that a person with diabetes or cancer.<br /><br />We also forget that every one of us has autistic traits. So how different are we really? A little understanding, acceptance and patience goes an awfully long way.<br /><br />Well I'm off to give m y little treasure a hug and a tickle. He loves being tickled and I love his gleeful laughter.<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-14459118913247173922011-03-15T13:13:00.003+11:002011-03-15T14:28:34.501+11:00Breaking the IceWell...I'm not quite sure what to say...<br />I would have said I was disappearing for a while or a season or two, but it was totally unplanned. Then I wasn't sure how to break the ice. its not like I had a good excuse. And as far as the world is concerned...the news has just been heart-breaking. The one in a hundred year events seemingly all happening on a weekly basis. So many people have lost so much. All my family is well...and safe. I have much to be thankful for.<br /><br />So what am I doing here now...well I've been waiting for the heater man to come since the end of last week, my Homespun has decided to wander off on its own and my jaw has been throbbing since Friday. So as I was stuck at home, in a disagreeable mood and I thought perhaps now was the time LOL Pathetic really!!!<br /><br />Yesterday was my 29th wedding anniversary, I'm turning 50 this year and my baby (for 19 years until Liam) got married last year. Wow that went fast. It doesn't seem quite right really.<br />He (Simon) even got me onto facebook...well when your sister rings you and asks what you thought of the photos and how he is posting stuff during his honeymoon...well I am human LOL<br />Then Adam and Naomi went to Japan (which they loved)...such beautiful people they said. They weren't as far north, but....<br /><br />Christmas went well...fortunately there are 12 days of Christmas and I finished my last gift on the 11th day (well except for the one I have yet to send). New Years eve was wonderfully calm and quiet. Perfect!<br /> I kind of shut-down over January...it went on so long that I have realised that I had been doing it for years (just never as long before). Perhaps it was the weather...why anyone would ever voluntarily have a sauna is beyond me. It was a weird summer. <br />Now my beautiful boy is back at school, which he just loves and I've come out of my slumber :)<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-40194103349159411012010-11-06T11:35:00.000+11:002010-11-06T21:13:38.430+11:00Wedding Day 01/11/10<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj549ZYWvpG0W5JBaz-bExgVjdIVLJjeDji-wJ-c8F7ry_xJdp1G42t6inDfqUDQS6tzmbAZsiGvuTpIKPdIs7WzM15xLkOeqcxMPzK75CsoHUYKX6Y4nUzdvfaheyRbG3SGLh8DFJjX6mj/s1600/69386_496901640529_536425529_7724845_3030671_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj549ZYWvpG0W5JBaz-bExgVjdIVLJjeDji-wJ-c8F7ry_xJdp1G42t6inDfqUDQS6tzmbAZsiGvuTpIKPdIs7WzM15xLkOeqcxMPzK75CsoHUYKX6Y4nUzdvfaheyRbG3SGLh8DFJjX6mj/s320/69386_496901640529_536425529_7724845_3030671_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536235320213605618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The Newlyweds (photo by Gerard Assi)</span><br /><br />The first of November was a time for a new beginning in our families lives: Simon and Beth's wedding. I've always adored my sons and seeing them both find and marry their loves is a joyous time.<br />We have known this happy couple for 8 years now, since Beth was 15 and Simon was 17. They actually started dating less than 6 months after Adam and Naomi did, so the 2 couples have grown together, which is rather lovely. Adam & Simon have mostly been close...well there were the odd times as with all siblings :). The couples are so close that they have each included the other couple in their wedding party. Liam has also provided an interesting role...that of tension breaker during the ceremonies, where tears have turned to smiles...not that there is anything wrong with tears of joy, it just makes it harder to speak :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzVulUFZDIv2wH0wi8T-GvI_taBvkbO9kzoDGkwzKcAqKLnnz7OPK2GXYE_B9e-nerKeTK5lmPGmnpjIDaumxGn9naN2bYLlDAX60gTKUQ2NzM46GzzyJYK6jNx5i0KV7WktOKIpXns2m/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2856+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzVulUFZDIv2wH0wi8T-GvI_taBvkbO9kzoDGkwzKcAqKLnnz7OPK2GXYE_B9e-nerKeTK5lmPGmnpjIDaumxGn9naN2bYLlDAX60gTKUQ2NzM46GzzyJYK6jNx5i0KV7WktOKIpXns2m/s320/SimonsWedding+%2856+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536240674690691378" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yihTu1l2rINMk-n3Wo4MdjgSAVLMeKkD-GIYIckjgNcu2iS-9FQbtSVazx2OMIAGwJdW4S0L9lWZqYSzy9_oVtSmV9o5ATaHPg19sGZ05c6JmO-7HF28yJNiRJrCfCbhZHmtBY2Vvt-t/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2869+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4yihTu1l2rINMk-n3Wo4MdjgSAVLMeKkD-GIYIckjgNcu2iS-9FQbtSVazx2OMIAGwJdW4S0L9lWZqYSzy9_oVtSmV9o5ATaHPg19sGZ05c6JmO-7HF28yJNiRJrCfCbhZHmtBY2Vvt-t/s320/SimonsWedding+%2869+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536253975772472114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The Chapel at Tatra</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Liam and I</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC_BkkXHALtItc7M19FrWWTS02zukDzGnccZITWl3MLv_R7XEH5OUn3D7-8heI550dMc0Kwi1O8gezVXuManQhHDJzGq0WrWXZTC609ibkh9UyRuH3yX0NMrChQjxYchyphenhyphenQgCFadwAw_VQ/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2868+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVC_BkkXHALtItc7M19FrWWTS02zukDzGnccZITWl3MLv_R7XEH5OUn3D7-8heI550dMc0Kwi1O8gezVXuManQhHDJzGq0WrWXZTC609ibkh9UyRuH3yX0NMrChQjxYchyphenhyphenQgCFadwAw_VQ/s320/SimonsWedding+%2868+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536258271877261650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Simon, Damian & Adam</span><br /><br />As Simon waited with his best friend since primary school and his older brother for his bride to walk up the aisle his and her glistening eyes met with smiles and heartfelt love. Ok , I had tearful eyes too and Liam made happy accompanying sounds :).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2fVd2WPyuryVNbqCb8I1UV60Ym6Sn-LsJmD93kL2RT1sFzp_hgF7vbe_gI6PXRAnSRaHkuLpj4Obk3HaWznntfp4Ir5j0CO-i1Eve9oqyE73RpIqCcx3FpW3agV1g1NTUnRXGSgouy_v/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2873+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO2fVd2WPyuryVNbqCb8I1UV60Ym6Sn-LsJmD93kL2RT1sFzp_hgF7vbe_gI6PXRAnSRaHkuLpj4Obk3HaWznntfp4Ir5j0CO-i1Eve9oqyE73RpIqCcx3FpW3agV1g1NTUnRXGSgouy_v/s320/SimonsWedding+%2873+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536266405515680370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Beth & Carlo</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The day had started with Liam jumping on us in the morning...when I got up he discovered his 2 brothers in the loungeroom....they had arrived in the wee hours of the morning, discovered a puncture in the blow up bed, mended it with duct tape (which lasted 20 minutes) and decamped to the lounge-room (where we had fortunately bought a couch which included a sofa bed). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPtWwzM5mr2udVXoJWBzg5O0T4uxA-uDDm8gb_ZhoWjhLv463Q8JAQ4SiN2Re4jpnlBLGWLtxoHNdBFnQGAgBbiR0vTWFJxyBsxp1sTxApABVBKA3153tOE6LtzsyLb6NEis3O3NoyMSC/s1600/P1010414.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPtWwzM5mr2udVXoJWBzg5O0T4uxA-uDDm8gb_ZhoWjhLv463Q8JAQ4SiN2Re4jpnlBLGWLtxoHNdBFnQGAgBbiR0vTWFJxyBsxp1sTxApABVBKA3153tOE6LtzsyLb6NEis3O3NoyMSC/s320/P1010414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536235336772849522" border="0" /></a>Imagine Liam's surprise and delight...well needless to say 2 brothers in bed trump one father in his...of course 1 father and 1 brother trump the other brother too LOL.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-KFog8ZPfzyAFqZMs-5aWnpQyb8q68vnd84dblBDwUwwaTxjFpnBWVrcOuoHvFiZrAg3DSSQEWv8DO7xXT9SbzAmOwNOtquesm2dE3MRpPAoXpAnd5SeP6Hu1pEkYCr4z7DSlyQUVYbv/s1600/P1010417.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI-KFog8ZPfzyAFqZMs-5aWnpQyb8q68vnd84dblBDwUwwaTxjFpnBWVrcOuoHvFiZrAg3DSSQEWv8DO7xXT9SbzAmOwNOtquesm2dE3MRpPAoXpAnd5SeP6Hu1pEkYCr4z7DSlyQUVYbv/s320/P1010417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536235340569594994" border="0" /></a>Later there was a mad rush for the shower, Adam had returned with flowers and Damian, the best man, the videographer and Beth's brother were due...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsHnE6Q-rFRPsmsrSdWrKJHknzl3eiZj-ZaR6j6Njll4l3pvMopaXQm9EuTrve487M382q3S9Ccz0Y2WlEMX5tW589HI-Fy55ArtaRgydd3YHHATfPtFlnA4VOKonrHFt8xMWIrtqONAW/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2832+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsHnE6Q-rFRPsmsrSdWrKJHknzl3eiZj-ZaR6j6Njll4l3pvMopaXQm9EuTrve487M382q3S9Ccz0Y2WlEMX5tW589HI-Fy55ArtaRgydd3YHHATfPtFlnA4VOKonrHFt8xMWIrtqONAW/s320/SimonsWedding+%2832+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536240654893946562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Beth</span><br /><br />I went over to Beth's ( she looked gorgeous...mind you it would be difficult for Beth not to look lovely) for hair and make-up (I don't tend to wear make-up, but this was my son's wedding afterall)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq4-KA8I4SuNs4AUbzWRijKT3AlouulEqIcRftXPi8cdX1Rm2yy5VHI-I_XCYhxQLDQGyuYkkQdoAzvrBnLilo-PvxrKtORMfAnCiWxpvK2GJw2EN7gKKN_09oO0NUhtVKnSQBTwC69VT/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2836+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeq4-KA8I4SuNs4AUbzWRijKT3AlouulEqIcRftXPi8cdX1Rm2yy5VHI-I_XCYhxQLDQGyuYkkQdoAzvrBnLilo-PvxrKtORMfAnCiWxpvK2GJw2EN7gKKN_09oO0NUhtVKnSQBTwC69VT/s320/SimonsWedding+%2836+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536240669480809538" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qdhexZJSHKjOnE-L476jaHTT8zGa5GVXQzdeYQluJLa5OXGkekiDRWHFKc8-r1VAgi2EfaM_3mZu9LIG4uX8g9qmVr82QXoo68COuYkcnHG0CzdeJg4I_MCTmrZc_H5E_AUBFMbuF-HA/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2834+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qdhexZJSHKjOnE-L476jaHTT8zGa5GVXQzdeYQluJLa5OXGkekiDRWHFKc8-r1VAgi2EfaM_3mZu9LIG4uX8g9qmVr82QXoo68COuYkcnHG0CzdeJg4I_MCTmrZc_H5E_AUBFMbuF-HA/s320/SimonsWedding+%2834+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536253978249136034" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Adam, Kris, Simon & Chris (left)</span><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEgdzC8WbuF3b6G5dlwMK-quSNh2DoB-zlaaZhyphenhyphenZDwKTFexvDP8H2GrjoDUZjNkPDToBIzyBur-GZnyt1h1IHNdKQeE3DojXQ2XGN6GWGaZEX44-2Sqome1IH16MNavM4r_G2SqJO4CH3/s1600/P1010460.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGEgdzC8WbuF3b6G5dlwMK-quSNh2DoB-zlaaZhyphenhyphenZDwKTFexvDP8H2GrjoDUZjNkPDToBIzyBur-GZnyt1h1IHNdKQeE3DojXQ2XGN6GWGaZEX44-2Sqome1IH16MNavM4r_G2SqJO4CH3/s320/P1010460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536240653790864114" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">About to be brothers-in-law: Simon & Chris (right)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Simon & Adam in Simon's car</span><br /><br /><br />and then returned home just in time for Simon's departure...gee they looked good.<br /><br />Ahhh a moments reflection to admire my workmanship 'big cheeky grin' (OK I cannot take all the credit LOL...), but they are sooo gorgeous. Oh and btw I meant the boys not Simon's car LOL<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOptXQdikWcrl8QZ__dxgGoCE30ozWt6zKcbdGFxCrbQ6CWfCMgZJ6kzpbOcovdLHwGAlKgjbQO5DUtrxocNoGF_FGDyjz3u7Gr6AWA89T1Nhndwl8fgtZ5ZpcMgG-L-hhB_BWhAS1lTyH/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2864+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOptXQdikWcrl8QZ__dxgGoCE30ozWt6zKcbdGFxCrbQ6CWfCMgZJ6kzpbOcovdLHwGAlKgjbQO5DUtrxocNoGF_FGDyjz3u7Gr6AWA89T1Nhndwl8fgtZ5ZpcMgG-L-hhB_BWhAS1lTyH/s320/SimonsWedding+%2864+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536258256672808066" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The "boys" and Liam</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Naomi (below) (photo by Mark Heath)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU_P0KICaxzxqaQa63cZZx3EhxZQp1CLsKjzo-E2zSQNOsEl-Ap8O8TK9oQdBcp-96Ea09GpT8tiC_UljL5QdZVHa3XHDrl_qXQ2udtEFQzOu1Jp-VQk7Ovm9Awi32B0T5hnyB-1epKnk/s1600/75040_466338552763_674907763_5684592_5839322_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFU_P0KICaxzxqaQa63cZZx3EhxZQp1CLsKjzo-E2zSQNOsEl-Ap8O8TK9oQdBcp-96Ea09GpT8tiC_UljL5QdZVHa3XHDrl_qXQ2udtEFQzOu1Jp-VQk7Ovm9Awi32B0T5hnyB-1epKnk/s320/75040_466338552763_674907763_5684592_5839322_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536232656592160370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeaeoialgl6CLQNgDVH_O_xQHJx6HmwABDxx_7SgxcWK8NdN0C4Ax4W7K43swasUsh3l9tn5YXZjsiukbcIKacqYGQvqfKZ3VzmW-DZr1BWlglue9vwI2_iTcE1_DI-GqjbPzD2pjXhuQ/s1600/73859_466338787763_674907763_5684601_4361033_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLeaeoialgl6CLQNgDVH_O_xQHJx6HmwABDxx_7SgxcWK8NdN0C4Ax4W7K43swasUsh3l9tn5YXZjsiukbcIKacqYGQvqfKZ3VzmW-DZr1BWlglue9vwI2_iTcE1_DI-GqjbPzD2pjXhuQ/s320/73859_466338787763_674907763_5684601_4361033_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536232633387685810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Beth (photo by Mark Heath)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDygWRNXKfBrlLIYsXRqdm1tn3tesunJQuvFnZkUoTsYm16KFc1u9cZ3n9lB0v5SX83OWCeAA_OLsBm90twAkHhfHn2MYUmYvUooY4pylcanyTYhzdikpX2KB3gwu2aUD62VUXdGe84arQ/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2898+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDygWRNXKfBrlLIYsXRqdm1tn3tesunJQuvFnZkUoTsYm16KFc1u9cZ3n9lB0v5SX83OWCeAA_OLsBm90twAkHhfHn2MYUmYvUooY4pylcanyTYhzdikpX2KB3gwu2aUD62VUXdGe84arQ/s320/SimonsWedding+%2898+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536258274561754626" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Michelle (maid of honour) and Damian (best man)</span><br /><br />The ceremony was lovely and include wonderful moments like the lighting of candles for relatives no longer here and the sand ceremony joining our 2 families together. The vows included "my favourite pest" which brought a laugh...as we all know you cannot live with someone and never be irritated by them, even if that irritation is lovely you love (or not) about them.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTCsS5VYnmEeUKvkAEePYB6g-RdWDoBWHGfTY-xP_tv_d2dhmp1hRRqC2GJDmtImIc3f5hVUICWLRuecSHDWsJ7aYnGgdXwl-SGRvp_oF4IHMtig12105_I-KnI3oHCrS75rb2iEkX9aE/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2892+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTCsS5VYnmEeUKvkAEePYB6g-RdWDoBWHGfTY-xP_tv_d2dhmp1hRRqC2GJDmtImIc3f5hVUICWLRuecSHDWsJ7aYnGgdXwl-SGRvp_oF4IHMtig12105_I-KnI3oHCrS75rb2iEkX9aE/s320/SimonsWedding+%2892+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536266389998050946" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Smiles after Naomi's trip as Beth and Simon sign the wedding certificate</span><br /><br />Then there were the occasional antics by Liam and Naomi's tripping up into her husband Adam's arms...I hope she won't kill me for this as she was sooo embarrassed and worried about what might have happened.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The bridal party (below)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBHpZxQZWn2BG3cQgbuJRwglIK7AEBZkW0swK818e6mPFQoowKH_4-L33ihSv_I9_5XGZZ9QAfPkOBiWWz9Kvje0Y97xltKuoDiur5ht-J-fmnWfi_387U2updufD7bpOqRbnArCKVzJL/s1600/SimonsWedding+%28105+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBHpZxQZWn2BG3cQgbuJRwglIK7AEBZkW0swK818e6mPFQoowKH_4-L33ihSv_I9_5XGZZ9QAfPkOBiWWz9Kvje0Y97xltKuoDiur5ht-J-fmnWfi_387U2updufD7bpOqRbnArCKVzJL/s320/SimonsWedding+%28105+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536258284331480978" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrk4NlVXsvzu-4xACQ4rXuc8NE_PoAIhpYIqY2LnMeu5h1MbSGgr9iVtD_0K10gEkDfgFAsv1ooUVEl8xKgB7rvikDgQVMP8-A3LWXl-NA4Zayr9Feu6oKgk14MafWQjRw4hJsfVn6ZRx/s1600/74498_466339142763_674907763_5684617_2309842_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDrk4NlVXsvzu-4xACQ4rXuc8NE_PoAIhpYIqY2LnMeu5h1MbSGgr9iVtD_0K10gEkDfgFAsv1ooUVEl8xKgB7rvikDgQVMP8-A3LWXl-NA4Zayr9Feu6oKgk14MafWQjRw4hJsfVn6ZRx/s320/74498_466339142763_674907763_5684617_2309842_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536232647384727394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The reception was held at the Tatra and the staff did an excellent job. The highlight of the evening (the dance) followed some excellent speeches (lets say I learn't a thing or two about my middle son) :)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Kris's speech (photo by Mark Heath)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The Dancing (below) (photos by Mark Heath)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEC-kOeG-FvLWLXoWXl6vPr_3s1xinBBZ1HaQqMKzSRHw2uyT1Rse-zmX64boYezpG6lR8pVHqN8LA9nz2fYQou_meQDqbCDUpyxIOYva5YXt8pPUvBzrNXprFHp8P-alq_lQ5S2MYKIJ/s1600/73915_466340192763_674907763_5684644_504973_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFEC-kOeG-FvLWLXoWXl6vPr_3s1xinBBZ1HaQqMKzSRHw2uyT1Rse-zmX64boYezpG6lR8pVHqN8LA9nz2fYQou_meQDqbCDUpyxIOYva5YXt8pPUvBzrNXprFHp8P-alq_lQ5S2MYKIJ/s320/73915_466340192763_674907763_5684644_504973_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536232638389905186" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt5ozhyphenhyphenJxHQtDHzjd9r__7ZTUPh2QMeYWWQUupX46m09yp8BeXGkMjZ7iZjj8vjLuTlBZ9KFB5C8P4UMXkVBOH13xo57nXjYmto4-TIqD9WIufkMPcA4wsTZSbC0422O2omomQ0OtcEW2/s1600/74832_466340247763_674907763_5684647_2197510_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIt5ozhyphenhyphenJxHQtDHzjd9r__7ZTUPh2QMeYWWQUupX46m09yp8BeXGkMjZ7iZjj8vjLuTlBZ9KFB5C8P4UMXkVBOH13xo57nXjYmto4-TIqD9WIufkMPcA4wsTZSbC0422O2omomQ0OtcEW2/s320/74832_466340247763_674907763_5684647_2197510_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536232646746915474" border="0" /></a>Beth and Simon are rather fond of "So you think you can dance" so we were treated to a lovely romantic dance followed by a hip hop one, showing how no matter what they are always drawn together again. WOW!!! is all I can say....and how did my son do that when he has parents with more than 2 left feet (Yes , we are really that bad)<br /><br />Beth and Simon had a wonderful evening I'm sure...they looked absolutely radiant.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zAv3ySGK3x_lsgCbAXGPEBUD1kM9FCcwua7U1Jp3vDCQsW91zuiQLLjhBHVRWCzOGmNHCrUANOk3dHhNGm5TxmdEmTAHFMsZPUyfEqDPTCsbiLkxlaSzW0Y0RUhFUPbK-aLMqQbjioDn/s1600/76821_496921855529_536425529_7725251_2739561_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7zAv3ySGK3x_lsgCbAXGPEBUD1kM9FCcwua7U1Jp3vDCQsW91zuiQLLjhBHVRWCzOGmNHCrUANOk3dHhNGm5TxmdEmTAHFMsZPUyfEqDPTCsbiLkxlaSzW0Y0RUhFUPbK-aLMqQbjioDn/s320/76821_496921855529_536425529_7725251_2739561_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536235326166862242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Dancing with friends and family (photo by Gerard Assi)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCheFerpUsUWH15XndL1iaLXZbanvofdwCOTnoDRhYp9LwSZgg1jLn8qFhhM4sOAy4RtQ-TZjdu-7A2-rMVsZiXPUGl31aXxKeSwc_Y8K3Hk4Rkf6bBDXBDOk-Dho1KQTwP9Dgwynt-1L/s1600/149740_496924050529_536425529_7725318_7292340_n.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYCheFerpUsUWH15XndL1iaLXZbanvofdwCOTnoDRhYp9LwSZgg1jLn8qFhhM4sOAy4RtQ-TZjdu-7A2-rMVsZiXPUGl31aXxKeSwc_Y8K3Hk4Rkf6bBDXBDOk-Dho1KQTwP9Dgwynt-1L/s320/149740_496924050529_536425529_7725318_7292340_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536235326420265842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Carlo singing (photo by Gerard Assi)</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqyERcLakxv51OxZisNjkN_Xa0xxA6LcIOCKlAmh2aJZju3g0-EMMnpFq_LDDb6XsZGlC5-W7WRrVlczVpoQPPCTll9JCzdc5cS_MqdNMa1c2umz7YhqyxF3FxFBV6geDlUdcYnKdBUaI/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2852+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqyERcLakxv51OxZisNjkN_Xa0xxA6LcIOCKlAmh2aJZju3g0-EMMnpFq_LDDb6XsZGlC5-W7WRrVlczVpoQPPCTll9JCzdc5cS_MqdNMa1c2umz7YhqyxF3FxFBV6geDlUdcYnKdBUaI/s320/SimonsWedding+%2852+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536253992540115538" border="0" /></a><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje315nzA9ImoGsriqGhUl6RyumgpPvGvfJWK1P1eUhxL14sPVHCvAwi3RQ63MGkD_mXoN0hno1WZu9VLZ6m3hiKvzazjvQl_ZQYb8NbzY3eJ_erZ8oeCgGuQvkbjfjjVupnvsY8zIisFYS/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2857+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje315nzA9ImoGsriqGhUl6RyumgpPvGvfJWK1P1eUhxL14sPVHCvAwi3RQ63MGkD_mXoN0hno1WZu9VLZ6m3hiKvzazjvQl_ZQYb8NbzY3eJ_erZ8oeCgGuQvkbjfjjVupnvsY8zIisFYS/s320/SimonsWedding+%2857+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536253994773213506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Liam also coped very well...he went for the odd walk with me, his father, David (a close family friend), his cousin Nikki and even had a dance. When proceedings overwhelmed him he shut down and had a sleep. He was wonderful :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHPKrZ29kkJBgHSMwLNwOODA1vPQaOCwYUla-zJxAaXGI-7WOtoFEDnSqeVT7jEWULjr6YYifC2DjsA89VZGW5glwAQZE4-RsZNTqxciCh13rnGnhz6AYsWn-OxPfv85z1JdK9q7p7W0H/s1600/SimonsWedding+%28117+of+133%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAHPKrZ29kkJBgHSMwLNwOODA1vPQaOCwYUla-zJxAaXGI-7WOtoFEDnSqeVT7jEWULjr6YYifC2DjsA89VZGW5glwAQZE4-RsZNTqxciCh13rnGnhz6AYsWn-OxPfv85z1JdK9q7p7W0H/s320/SimonsWedding+%28117+of+133%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536258286998329954" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Clare, Amanda, Briana, David & Erica Thomas</span><br /><br />I had a lovely time too...I didn't manage to catch up with as many people I wanted too as Liam was my priority. Though it was wonderful catching up with those I did, particularly Clare and David, whom I have known since school and dearly love and their 3 wonderful daughters (they live in Canberra, a mere 6 hour drive away).<br /><br />We saw the happy couple the next day...I was returning the hired suits after the cup day holiday and to pick up Adam & Naomi's luggage as they were all flying out around the same time. Beth and Simon also took time to update their facebooks...afterall one must be facebook official LOL and see some of the photos taken on the day by other guests. Gerard was up 'til 4 pm...thats keen :).<br />After a stop back home to finish packing (and get a locksmith to let them in LOL), Kris picked the four of them up and took them to the airport.<br />Sometimes when people leave, you feel their absence almost as a physical empty place...its suddenly too quiet...even if you are just want to rest in the peace. They are just wonderful people to be around...I just love them.<br /><br />So Simon & Beth have a wonderful honeymoon, I wish you all the best for the future.<br />Communicate, hug, forgive and compromise and listen...love will uplift and sustain you.<br /><br />I hope you like the photos, especially those I shamelessly pinched from Gerard's and Mark's facebook page :)<br /><br />Lots of love and hugs,<br />Sharon<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOptXQdikWcrl8QZ__dxgGoCE30ozWt6zKcbdGFxCrbQ6CWfCMgZJ6kzpbOcovdLHwGAlKgjbQO5DUtrxocNoGF_FGDyjz3u7Gr6AWA89T1Nhndwl8fgtZ5ZpcMgG-L-hhB_BWhAS1lTyH/s1600/SimonsWedding+%2864+of+133%29.jpg"><br /></a>Sharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-75523414869264409612010-10-31T18:26:00.000+11:002010-10-31T20:06:28.362+11:00As October ends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmynrMlDFd38XzAABrFcl_9bcd5MNBbx6C19y9QnMCBCamjhb88I8hW0UvzBlyKVVZkO-bpUowZ5_Bqt8BLqN1SpASwJTG7PsYipruKyr4q3MOufgIQfci37HLuqNupvZdjVxEFbt6gns/s1600/P1010234c.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNmynrMlDFd38XzAABrFcl_9bcd5MNBbx6C19y9QnMCBCamjhb88I8hW0UvzBlyKVVZkO-bpUowZ5_Bqt8BLqN1SpASwJTG7PsYipruKyr4q3MOufgIQfci37HLuqNupvZdjVxEFbt6gns/s320/P1010234c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534132656189829698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFIQnkxsyJVc9-XmCShsiJkhqTLuCM82U1GbrB2l4JHal-zo9IY-FTvbF-orGpCjwjzZxtuSVRRUVtKz0BcymCjNokOeU6_-mbNCAGeTPULgnZX-OxwRCxTZDZKmnUNShgpP_PegfUxBA/s1600/P1010240gorgeous.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxFIQnkxsyJVc9-XmCShsiJkhqTLuCM82U1GbrB2l4JHal-zo9IY-FTvbF-orGpCjwjzZxtuSVRRUVtKz0BcymCjNokOeU6_-mbNCAGeTPULgnZX-OxwRCxTZDZKmnUNShgpP_PegfUxBA/s320/P1010240gorgeous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534132361762525666" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Final suit fitting...2 of my gorgeous young men :)</span><br /><br />The days leading up to Simon & Beth's wedding have been quite busy, more so for the bride and groom admittedly :). So tomorrow is the big day.<br />There has been final suit fitting, hair cuts, nails and facials and last minute shopping and fun and laughter and stress<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92VyRP_OK01X9GWWGrYad5RQd4fhyphenhyphenKuO-7HQbmO73ELlRz4Y6PPeT6usT_amSpiSy-pS7R9Rr0OX4jsDeVYrIV5Zvi7TVIoww-VQgQMllbIGN0cCVYVFSyZ7CVHu1HZnLF7e1-0D_aVJ1/s1600/P1010308.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh92VyRP_OK01X9GWWGrYad5RQd4fhyphenhyphenKuO-7HQbmO73ELlRz4Y6PPeT6usT_amSpiSy-pS7R9Rr0OX4jsDeVYrIV5Zvi7TVIoww-VQgQMllbIGN0cCVYVFSyZ7CVHu1HZnLF7e1-0D_aVJ1/s320/P1010308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534120880209570514" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Bouncing </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2o8Mdh8vqEsjRg_vvpwwTeS40xzMqmpPvwMyJm6cAUffqq9Q-2DILZwmyRQ2XY3hbFc9sobpGFeJMAvBq_UWOuwrUI9p0vtZmi1_kMpzvQFs1ajQzYcDCtUoCZfCIiFgP2PqfVJ3kTlJE/s1600/P1010304.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2o8Mdh8vqEsjRg_vvpwwTeS40xzMqmpPvwMyJm6cAUffqq9Q-2DILZwmyRQ2XY3hbFc9sobpGFeJMAvBq_UWOuwrUI9p0vtZmi1_kMpzvQFs1ajQzYcDCtUoCZfCIiFgP2PqfVJ3kTlJE/s320/P1010304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534114980081532770" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">and bubbles</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIgvTg3j4iVNvK8yTHNEdAa660Qq_Sl6ZPGXSdffb6LFwG_j68D32HbpbKkXIe8q8o5-oBXTj3_CgJRk5Fc1_hGQmXLeVHKU1AuYQtBhAGE5hkjGzy65YfowNatzFv_33zLUvgPR8XAKk/s1600/P1010214.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIgvTg3j4iVNvK8yTHNEdAa660Qq_Sl6ZPGXSdffb6LFwG_j68D32HbpbKkXIe8q8o5-oBXTj3_CgJRk5Fc1_hGQmXLeVHKU1AuYQtBhAGE5hkjGzy65YfowNatzFv_33zLUvgPR8XAKk/s320/P1010214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534110873897969714" border="0" /></a>and <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Surprises</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9dD58z2GeVBfG89VEImmn-A7cGo2KY3Fl5sra7d-ucmBvqmqLM1djXeenEj7zYBGjLrUMTn8tIZ1-hErqy5xsU3CiuvPcGMpEu1oMarZ6YuCRk2sf8q-8nTFGBL3KHCJIOtNlST3VZS9/s1600/P1010285.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv9dD58z2GeVBfG89VEImmn-A7cGo2KY3Fl5sra7d-ucmBvqmqLM1djXeenEj7zYBGjLrUMTn8tIZ1-hErqy5xsU3CiuvPcGMpEu1oMarZ6YuCRk2sf8q-8nTFGBL3KHCJIOtNlST3VZS9/s320/P1010285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534117709865334002" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">ohhh...its Adam!!!</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">What's going on?</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Liam arrives home from school to find a reception committee waiting for him.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Naomi & Adam have<br />arrived from Sydney...Liam was very surprised when he arrived home from school to see them standing there. Liam adores his brothers. He jumped happily on the trampoline with Adam and was his little shadow the following day...he even tried to follow him into the bathroom and stuck his hand under the door...as soon as Adam was out he was then again. It was really cute. I'm not sure Liam's brothers realise how special his response to them is...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Walking the dogs</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU3BnAZRt-sN4RQe1zLzWMOHW4XX4bUUdut6sJd3kh0hfKJ4Xjl32Yt93wswYyVmPA7KjQ7OvKa_0sm0cEZnzwODF8Qfcjcy3Azh70_Cy6SnGrKwkGL-hgKhh_N2sTZBq5V4utj3PnqPB/s1600/P1010277.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHU3BnAZRt-sN4RQe1zLzWMOHW4XX4bUUdut6sJd3kh0hfKJ4Xjl32Yt93wswYyVmPA7KjQ7OvKa_0sm0cEZnzwODF8Qfcjcy3Azh70_Cy6SnGrKwkGL-hgKhh_N2sTZBq5V4utj3PnqPB/s320/P1010277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534110908074355170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hens high tea...followed by dancing and dinner for young hens :)....sorry I have no bucks photos!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoyklJfDeoDUhCnRzUt813pTj3Ah7gNcsf4O4OjXiSH9GGbGmMmO4JFl5MCQZ6g7hvCvp7MC1qJnmWL1_ZApdelcKrAl7OCdgTdTvMCgzBffX0xh6GSmzK7Sr07HAR4NahnsfruHR4Q7p/s1600/P1010326.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRoyklJfDeoDUhCnRzUt813pTj3Ah7gNcsf4O4OjXiSH9GGbGmMmO4JFl5MCQZ6g7hvCvp7MC1qJnmWL1_ZApdelcKrAl7OCdgTdTvMCgzBffX0xh6GSmzK7Sr07HAR4NahnsfruHR4Q7p/s320/P1010326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534115007202042978" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Hens</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNCOYyXaZnrQzQKMKnP4G8cMNdd1-O4JtOo_LnqMuQmHSdIlSMkLqEM_Bt7YsWKVDT5Aq7UrqTplHkk7uqfEtOolg5rSLHFFzwOYgrHZ7RyU1vC78RiGTmz51dCm8s7QQfNyrDfC-qidE/s1600/P1010349.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNCOYyXaZnrQzQKMKnP4G8cMNdd1-O4JtOo_LnqMuQmHSdIlSMkLqEM_Bt7YsWKVDT5Aq7UrqTplHkk7uqfEtOolg5rSLHFFzwOYgrHZ7RyU1vC78RiGTmz51dCm8s7QQfNyrDfC-qidE/s320/P1010349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534115002427380626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiukaTw9JtRLmpA4UNcksaHlPAtmgwcl-a6JTokCq1x3EZbFx-18cNUkzV5I3WGZEj-TJCtdqLE2XDrotqT51J8Q6kSPfGx1942LzJqpmZYhnqHw2QJ2MOokHmms70pQtz2wuO-zucRUJsV/s1600/P1010272.jpg">\</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR08K6s8pebQx4Yrp9U8rasr4xabeOiaVhaFVgJftuFQ3EIE75iEGSTuepK8ZGhrEw8dYlJNDLvL1nYeyc62T2c3pcClpZoNSHhDquzyYFL8oaHR0jim1V95rHWQFKURk2SzERAXdm7Wbm/s1600/P1010337+beth+%26+glenda.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR08K6s8pebQx4Yrp9U8rasr4xabeOiaVhaFVgJftuFQ3EIE75iEGSTuepK8ZGhrEw8dYlJNDLvL1nYeyc62T2c3pcClpZoNSHhDquzyYFL8oaHR0jim1V95rHWQFKURk2SzERAXdm7Wbm/s320/P1010337+beth+%26+glenda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534117721772605138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Beth and her Mum, Glenda</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhkDBWF4hP6PUukaRE5WE4NqqBoJoJ7SHv_UsngmMBuMShGU95z4aocvE4LLiUc3GCunMkh_i64ww4Kcb8KyUklLWlU-ZiuBsmyQRPP75b-wHBSYKAZsoR5ocklBge8-ypdWbdzerBvrP/s1600/P1010394.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhkDBWF4hP6PUukaRE5WE4NqqBoJoJ7SHv_UsngmMBuMShGU95z4aocvE4LLiUc3GCunMkh_i64ww4Kcb8KyUklLWlU-ZiuBsmyQRPP75b-wHBSYKAZsoR5ocklBge8-ypdWbdzerBvrP/s320/P1010394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534127139546075282" border="0" /></a>and wedding rehearsals...I predict tears on the day :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The men:<br />Simon, Damian & Adam<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghM88hZmuyU_68UcYNSMNWSsy4_Orp0F8IZ1xhaSdKknczQ6bDIHEUZcoMIYCMUgZAgmzV_AP_COzboqK8MGQAHrMRvzz4YBnYwzO1kMgbzEF70T3QtYrk3a6LAN99Q76Gmiw89JF2mmDd/s1600/P1010403.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghM88hZmuyU_68UcYNSMNWSsy4_Orp0F8IZ1xhaSdKknczQ6bDIHEUZcoMIYCMUgZAgmzV_AP_COzboqK8MGQAHrMRvzz4YBnYwzO1kMgbzEF70T3QtYrk3a6LAN99Q76Gmiw89JF2mmDd/s320/P1010403.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534127123262474514" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSoBaQknOZUZGEB-Coi2iX9sadqpnj5lXWMbLIBSqiEu09bgfhPduvDa5dCINVmMo8btI3Sfhh8s1EFU1xAZDefvYdZctnBUDYqZQGAqPA2NShzeIUVELxIEg3TjAh6JxJp3exdWlqEwS/s1600/P1010353c.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSoBaQknOZUZGEB-Coi2iX9sadqpnj5lXWMbLIBSqiEu09bgfhPduvDa5dCINVmMo8btI3Sfhh8s1EFU1xAZDefvYdZctnBUDYqZQGAqPA2NShzeIUVELxIEg3TjAh6JxJp3exdWlqEwS/s320/P1010353c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534127118188145586" border="0" /></a>They are going to be such a gorgeous and emotional couple :). Adam & Naomi are also in the bridal party, which is rather lovely.<br />Tonight, perhaps for the last time, we will have all our 3 sons sleeping here and tomorrow will be another new beginning...and the beat goes on...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6tJ5WM_BIPcNM4gMI9MUUgFxzXaOzMmN4m2mVV2jWGIx5XWNTes3ICPJeCDrtxLKetCxO03_kheihLGLHKaYe-Q77gg1P332ZNDFfNS4bSzU6ZHB6t1UOaoKRXHO5nQNgJ8XPpAI_PNR/s1600/P1010371.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6tJ5WM_BIPcNM4gMI9MUUgFxzXaOzMmN4m2mVV2jWGIx5XWNTes3ICPJeCDrtxLKetCxO03_kheihLGLHKaYe-Q77gg1P332ZNDFfNS4bSzU6ZHB6t1UOaoKRXHO5nQNgJ8XPpAI_PNR/s320/P1010371.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534127128115165842" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Eh1vWCY0emExrMYcqm-E4zNjVjyIiZZSnDCXjVDW4UXDmL6Hi7FWq_BB3bs_Yg6OfYCi1CIlzdPwl_3CaNW4jfwwLUCtZcTWcPSVQrrJv-rvSvLzuAhWq6WwJcfcMgGagEf5Hn08WbH9/s1600/P1010407.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Eh1vWCY0emExrMYcqm-E4zNjVjyIiZZSnDCXjVDW4UXDmL6Hi7FWq_BB3bs_Yg6OfYCi1CIlzdPwl_3CaNW4jfwwLUCtZcTWcPSVQrrJv-rvSvLzuAhWq6WwJcfcMgGagEf5Hn08WbH9/s320/P1010407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534127119989938050" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Even in the rain and mist the Dandenongs are beautiful</span><br /><br /><br />Needless to say, tomorrow will be awesome!!!<br /><br /><br />Hugs, Sharon<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Eh1vWCY0emExrMYcqm-E4zNjVjyIiZZSnDCXjVDW4UXDmL6Hi7FWq_BB3bs_Yg6OfYCi1CIlzdPwl_3CaNW4jfwwLUCtZcTWcPSVQrrJv-rvSvLzuAhWq6WwJcfcMgGagEf5Hn08WbH9/s1600/P1010407.jpg"><br /></a>Sharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-10474584334039136672010-10-26T01:34:00.000+11:002010-10-26T01:34:00.467+11:00Debonaire<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMJ0DmI1BuTWfnuq_hXCoa5SbwN7WWPZ_qQRBqjwbqxt5XdVmhP6AKKWIUF-FB_T2fpzOctBcHEwfVmtZVj0cAy7D0o8is6FBL8SjSuZwqw_V-t6cPmkwQE3jD8TjX_y2zWJgM-akVKF1/s1600/LiamDebonaireHD.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMJ0DmI1BuTWfnuq_hXCoa5SbwN7WWPZ_qQRBqjwbqxt5XdVmhP6AKKWIUF-FB_T2fpzOctBcHEwfVmtZVj0cAy7D0o8is6FBL8SjSuZwqw_V-t6cPmkwQE3jD8TjX_y2zWJgM-akVKF1/s320/LiamDebonaireHD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531808622054328562" border="0" /></a>Its hard to believe that Simon and Beth's wedding is just one week away...Liam has had his first suit fitting and it went extraordinarily well. This is the thing with autism, it can look quite invisible, but you never know how he will react. The autism is really only slightly noticeable in one of these photos...and only if you know what to look for.<br />I did know it would be better not to go late in the day and I think he rather liked being picked up early from school.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEz_wc5mPLDJDqPLtepFUHXqHiQKcC4aTekISXqNawT6l2pGb20FS1zkTxEy_tM3oPtw82GiaCw_FXDTOujQs-txCAUW5miqWzVjBjmsSD7HiCyKzgc2_LqngouKx0fLtdVNgYfiFuo-zA/s1600/P1010164.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEz_wc5mPLDJDqPLtepFUHXqHiQKcC4aTekISXqNawT6l2pGb20FS1zkTxEy_tM3oPtw82GiaCw_FXDTOujQs-txCAUW5miqWzVjBjmsSD7HiCyKzgc2_LqngouKx0fLtdVNgYfiFuo-zA/s320/P1010164.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531808641585766178" border="0" /></a>He coped very well, not minding being handled by a strange woman he had just met and even looked like he was enjoying himself. She didn't mind that he had a little run around the store or even that he joined the window display and watched the cars go rushing down Mitcham Road. <br />I believe the lack of stress and her acceptance helped him enormously. If we had tried to contain him too much, the story may have been quite different. <br /><br />And just what is it about a suit that can make a boy or young man look soooo adorably cute.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4K19Spdiw2oHfkfNy_CbU5bgGScSuPVCbXgi9yxsBlpT3-XvAmOBAWh07LTnj9P4ulUiFW8IE8k1q5aRE-915SWC3Z-ilJ_8XDd8g0uTIbLhPfPiQh6vB3yruTDktT2dzDy7fvwqZApZB/s1600/P1010176c.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4K19Spdiw2oHfkfNy_CbU5bgGScSuPVCbXgi9yxsBlpT3-XvAmOBAWh07LTnj9P4ulUiFW8IE8k1q5aRE-915SWC3Z-ilJ_8XDd8g0uTIbLhPfPiQh6vB3yruTDktT2dzDy7fvwqZApZB/s320/P1010176c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531808636406963746" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCWKeBsD0LaZ5CTPxZm8QYhGW9elMbJ8yl_7wtyrbss4lWwg2NcbtanSv0tR6rz4-eS7wCroMrVq7Dn9Uc6QkNbh8p0iytm-Yf8py4AeT_LRRWz34VS5qQRWeQKTLV8oxYaG0X1wMU3Zz/s1600/P1010172c.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLCWKeBsD0LaZ5CTPxZm8QYhGW9elMbJ8yl_7wtyrbss4lWwg2NcbtanSv0tR6rz4-eS7wCroMrVq7Dn9Uc6QkNbh8p0iytm-Yf8py4AeT_LRRWz34VS5qQRWeQKTLV8oxYaG0X1wMU3Zz/s320/P1010172c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531808634340561634" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3gyZYiD4BdaITs6x06inHwL9bPbmJrAUsZwebOdqydO3T9PwofTmiiUIchj41leZ8PY6_6Yrzrvkiae5gs4BUFRQAncFybNSvUpYNhkZOs5Fwt_9qGczfgIwkgaDYooctbGyTx8on-Vx/s1600/LiamSuitWindow.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh3gyZYiD4BdaITs6x06inHwL9bPbmJrAUsZwebOdqydO3T9PwofTmiiUIchj41leZ8PY6_6Yrzrvkiae5gs4BUFRQAncFybNSvUpYNhkZOs5Fwt_9qGczfgIwkgaDYooctbGyTx8on-Vx/s320/LiamSuitWindow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531808627206309442" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ahhh you've gotta love the way your sons scrub up.<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-87931104123278252012010-10-25T10:17:00.001+11:002010-10-25T15:06:41.290+11:00Treefall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3dm3HQuZP5uIwsMUsyUVq5UuiKsvI7ChXVpnAmGwIVnnA3hkL0JzzNGK8DItLhp-put_hq1cDiai6I0_2og0JWbeCql7UL8loEEIDFH1dz4MDhEbpMVLTp_Qc6hS5L3zRkBi7IDxp63V/s1600/P1010178.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO3dm3HQuZP5uIwsMUsyUVq5UuiKsvI7ChXVpnAmGwIVnnA3hkL0JzzNGK8DItLhp-put_hq1cDiai6I0_2og0JWbeCql7UL8loEEIDFH1dz4MDhEbpMVLTp_Qc6hS5L3zRkBi7IDxp63V/s320/P1010178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531797243412397538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The tree facing the road (left), those bushes behind the tree are on the other side of the road; and towards the house(below)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmX_NBk4hHJdRL4XCP0LN-HhzkbVoxDjujTtgVBzqwRe7rqiiE_d_3ESQ3XX91kT1_4UjoTaC4RPK8l1c_0TH79ai5hGfuHK-usadZfR9sbh35Y-20lzE4AQF-EleXohyphenhyphenENBnzAr2dDqk/s1600/P1010192.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsmX_NBk4hHJdRL4XCP0LN-HhzkbVoxDjujTtgVBzqwRe7rqiiE_d_3ESQ3XX91kT1_4UjoTaC4RPK8l1c_0TH79ai5hGfuHK-usadZfR9sbh35Y-20lzE4AQF-EleXohyphenhyphenENBnzAr2dDqk/s320/P1010192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531792627439721794" border="0" /></a>The Friday before last we heard a crashing sound...Kris even wondered if there had been a car accident on the road behind our house. The weather had been very chilly due to an Antarctic blast from the south and we had been swept by wind and rain.<br /><br /><br />This huge (dead) tree had crashed through our back fence and hit the edge of another tree...the dogs were unhurt 'huge relief" and I was able to move them closer to the house before they thought of getting out through the <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRsN6U6U3PE5-DLoObv6uxKSkO_3sFau_OgWMEe-e5Hds0EYgyEJU4m55Hs-Fq6LBiyJumbHjVsJ5m31yC9xQkek6AXH2GyDTcNbhzD930cn9DWU0Wh6Awnu_hEsQXnysj5yu5hgxxN5E/s1600/treefall+panorama+1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRsN6U6U3PE5-DLoObv6uxKSkO_3sFau_OgWMEe-e5Hds0EYgyEJU4m55Hs-Fq6LBiyJumbHjVsJ5m31yC9xQkek6AXH2GyDTcNbhzD930cn9DWU0Wh6Awnu_hEsQXnysj5yu5hgxxN5E/s320/treefall+panorama+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531798701358075154" border="0" /></a>gap.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">The tree through our back garden</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBbekT3q1dlqvYMZSgKoU2xSVvRPLKGr4C37Nr2H0B3ewE1XoosDFwL7kYIhAL8JdxhF3rQ2YSf4pklSQuvWR4h1D1dfnE0brrlHTBlEBFBbX7a8cmdsbLbW4zmnSIuqKGf3Sd44i1dZHz/s1600/P1010209.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBbekT3q1dlqvYMZSgKoU2xSVvRPLKGr4C37Nr2H0B3ewE1XoosDFwL7kYIhAL8JdxhF3rQ2YSf4pklSQuvWR4h1D1dfnE0brrlHTBlEBFBbX7a8cmdsbLbW4zmnSIuqKGf3Sd44i1dZHz/s320/P1010209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531798709053857666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Where the top of the tree crashed into our tree, which is almost 2/3rds to our house.</span><br /><br /><br />As Liam is allergic to dog saliva we fortunately have this area, though the dogs felt a bit uncomfortable being there. Of course Khya loves to dig, so overnight she had flattened the new shrubs and dug 3 holes...Kris was quite distressed. With the searing summers and lack of rain, it was the first time in years this area had looked so verdant...oh well it'll recover I guess. This is what I saw when I <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyuPnUtEqXxF2pJQi5_6ZzHyQ0_uHj5V53T2RlbD01UcwqjvK9PtN14_wb1PTO_zZQFRyWyhudvXoVMfYrMIwPkDE1OoEUPvgzGqNicCGzKuC3nBC8sU0BRB_9BbLO9GM_nrQ9244RiUF/s1600/P1010210.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyuPnUtEqXxF2pJQi5_6ZzHyQ0_uHj5V53T2RlbD01UcwqjvK9PtN14_wb1PTO_zZQFRyWyhudvXoVMfYrMIwPkDE1OoEUPvgzGqNicCGzKuC3nBC8sU0BRB_9BbLO9GM_nrQ9244RiUF/s320/P1010210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531792634749905458" border="0" /></a>went out the back.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">The filled gap in the fence</span><br /><br />The next day the council sent men out to cut the tree off our fence...as you can see the hole is now filled with non-ascetically pleasing corrugated iron (but at least the dogs cannot get out). I had had to add to the short barrier the councilmen had put up as there was NO way it was going to keep a German Shepherd in.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxDUfOuT6YBSUCBWMZb1_UdK4-fMidk592iXt3TASO8cSzjkJXR3kQXu2a363HVdODgWm2ewPgtodN5KcWQSRVGtd0rl60kjS3MUsZHSCkNkB6kg8Th0dvWcma_YUkQidAgegb3g7736C/s1600/P1010205.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxDUfOuT6YBSUCBWMZb1_UdK4-fMidk592iXt3TASO8cSzjkJXR3kQXu2a363HVdODgWm2ewPgtodN5KcWQSRVGtd0rl60kjS3MUsZHSCkNkB6kg8Th0dvWcma_YUkQidAgegb3g7736C/s320/P1010205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531792641887505986" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"><br />Chopped wood</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Removing the tree from the fence (below)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0XK_mHY7zSd7F5CsRVrHw6ph3E-pssd9xqneN5bGg4yt25DlY45mEPQEx4kP47ILqhYqTXdEcZ3sZxuLhmlfV-3tDi0YJUm7L_wu1DJDWOu0YEH0hcgzMQO0PUah6goY-WIJAv_kwSaoQ/s1600/P1010203.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0XK_mHY7zSd7F5CsRVrHw6ph3E-pssd9xqneN5bGg4yt25DlY45mEPQEx4kP47ILqhYqTXdEcZ3sZxuLhmlfV-3tDi0YJUm7L_wu1DJDWOu0YEH0hcgzMQO0PUah6goY-WIJAv_kwSaoQ/s320/P1010203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531792645222569026" border="0" /></a>We still don't know what is going to happen with the fence...afterall it was not our tree that damaged it, and I worry about the longevity of the gap-filler and the strength of the surrounding edges of the fence.<br /><br />Still we were very very lucky :)<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-48878913292492341492010-10-24T08:14:00.000+11:002010-10-24T15:00:46.791+11:00Sydney (photo heavy)Well its been an interesting couple of weeks.<br />After a bad start to the school holidays, Liam was fit and raring to go. He loved the holiday programme and I got a couple of hours to do things Liam isn't so keen on...not that I got those new bathers...I seem to be oddly distorted in the mirror and exposed shall we say less than flattering fleshy bits. So I wore the old one and tried to keep the water level near my neck...as a girl in one shop said it won't matter once you are in the water...she should try having my shape :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gEB_0QIC51tqdPDx3nhFpyx-LAkqzIwTcUzQnhXIFLU32kVTPcQ61AV3AWQhTTHYSP8xUsHzVdR9608QxaUi6VkNEWmxYO2dsG62w8FqpA4VxNINAPkASe6B-H-Nvlbb9pWw1kqgvzQF/s1600/P1010076.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gEB_0QIC51tqdPDx3nhFpyx-LAkqzIwTcUzQnhXIFLU32kVTPcQ61AV3AWQhTTHYSP8xUsHzVdR9608QxaUi6VkNEWmxYO2dsG62w8FqpA4VxNINAPkASe6B-H-Nvlbb9pWw1kqgvzQF/s320/P1010076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393866222805250" border="0" /></a>As the holidays ended we extended them with a trip to Sydney to spend some time with Adam and his gorgeous wife. We went by car of course...Liam and the car cope very well, Kris loves to be in control. We only had one incident with Liam...one simply cannot expect one to fulfill his part of the bargain (who knew) and expect to leave without chips...as I slid him across the shiny tiled floor to the door where I attracted DH's help. One look at Liam's thunderous face and you guessed it we had late afternoon tea. We got shafted by the tollway as they as we went throught the exact chane isle...and you cannot argue with a machine that you are not a truck but a car...were we really that heavy LOL<br />Adam was sooo excited when we arrive he locked us all out of their unit with dinner in the oven (and Naomi was at a hen's do in town) LOL.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhlGhqdoFwbAcnPVQE4_RUd8wcJ_2qGjpBjjwsVYWttKn8VMbQiekEoX7LO7lA248Cpu7I7afILaMPknXiYLK5ySou_5Kq_0ZULotAj-KyokZEWbVcceEjjOTwM7q43lDr3sjRa-bwuOz/s1600/P1010027.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhlGhqdoFwbAcnPVQE4_RUd8wcJ_2qGjpBjjwsVYWttKn8VMbQiekEoX7LO7lA248Cpu7I7afILaMPknXiYLK5ySou_5Kq_0ZULotAj-KyokZEWbVcceEjjOTwM7q43lDr3sjRa-bwuOz/s320/P1010027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393854298816514" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCPlckNXJVVYgWqfrXVI-LOm9SfK6muk30IGC4ZtdTxZV_V1U1KUkFi16mrA0ZQ_QJ4DOeLUXehiqAZbqVnjxLYHu4mtqrfy6PlWXiJEgwwwvEZQ_bzddnIIwM2j9lZqan1IImV-TXGW6/s1600/P1010032.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCPlckNXJVVYgWqfrXVI-LOm9SfK6muk30IGC4ZtdTxZV_V1U1KUkFi16mrA0ZQ_QJ4DOeLUXehiqAZbqVnjxLYHu4mtqrfy6PlWXiJEgwwwvEZQ_bzddnIIwM2j9lZqan1IImV-TXGW6/s320/P1010032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530391267619363714" border="0" /></a>While in Sydney we took Liam bowling...he loves the bowling on the wii so is fascinated with it in real life for a game and a half...then I think the noise and lights become unbearable and its time to go home. We had fun and Liam even got a strike.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6vGU0ljxSCp7ER7Oaui3OJw3LEq1hWhozJ25pan1s7kyomQXwisA7Lcr3nkJi-47wiloCRYTjwxaP1S5GR59PRQ3ibLFNDAz5L8uhSrNh8RTucO7e2O4AaLInVJvoUm8USIbXiSUAes6/s1600/P1010067.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6vGU0ljxSCp7ER7Oaui3OJw3LEq1hWhozJ25pan1s7kyomQXwisA7Lcr3nkJi-47wiloCRYTjwxaP1S5GR59PRQ3ibLFNDAz5L8uhSrNh8RTucO7e2O4AaLInVJvoUm8USIbXiSUAes6/s320/P1010067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530391271205949554" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbnBJYVhRehbpxYIATZYBp0AeUXsM6u77tC_Y0Trqz9LrLGlyum1O97AEoIoANiuWhDxXi62mH69Tvbsjhsr3vlH6ju4vQPNeTqFS9zBJi_fQwR3Qt8KMl3LVK24hwGUsFKMfc9tISGxa/s1600/P1010050.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFbnBJYVhRehbpxYIATZYBp0AeUXsM6u77tC_Y0Trqz9LrLGlyum1O97AEoIoANiuWhDxXi62mH69Tvbsjhsr3vlH6ju4vQPNeTqFS9zBJi_fQwR3Qt8KMl3LVK24hwGUsFKMfc9tISGxa/s320/P1010050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393857975044210" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVU8jIWafccc6CPRlf5SkCA8dRQHd2BMd258R-85vDQmyWFeyTlh2AaT8iCjOyt9o_m0T-6sBC8oCDZaGGeyilzAlQBUfKHT91NZe4KPju8C7y2qNQjxpguhp_hD9bNXRsXUkl8Xm32hKn/s1600/Adam+twirling.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVU8jIWafccc6CPRlf5SkCA8dRQHd2BMd258R-85vDQmyWFeyTlh2AaT8iCjOyt9o_m0T-6sBC8oCDZaGGeyilzAlQBUfKHT91NZe4KPju8C7y2qNQjxpguhp_hD9bNXRsXUkl8Xm32hKn/s320/Adam+twirling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393845879449026" border="0" /></a>At their local park...he loved the swing and even went on the slide. Naomi and Adam also enjoyed themselves :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHOqHYLV-5kAkYbt3xTSPKMqbMSRqlOxLBr3OYMt1nXppuBLgEsD4971H9LvdgqghrUZSUbAJQc2SrCy443V5V71MsA5ycPbXiP7wlLPIcoER0LHA1LEqlHJICq-U_eUbL9ZoRpICxvoI/s1600/P1010071.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDHOqHYLV-5kAkYbt3xTSPKMqbMSRqlOxLBr3OYMt1nXppuBLgEsD4971H9LvdgqghrUZSUbAJQc2SrCy443V5V71MsA5ycPbXiP7wlLPIcoER0LHA1LEqlHJICq-U_eUbL9ZoRpICxvoI/s320/P1010071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530393868257760962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />We also went on a walking track that leads from the park through a mangrove area to an inlet.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yytTkjqzbEZ3pb0x4ZSUqQbhCYE52iYO4C57FLkSiMvIY7TY87U4Lh7Y0vJlNBZXO5CX-S2_0npyEwjDT9MPsR9w-1Ehbd8i4ye95sBFD_i_wp65vBHhvEnorSih4QxQhm0bDAtwN8SN/s1600/P1010073.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7yytTkjqzbEZ3pb0x4ZSUqQbhCYE52iYO4C57FLkSiMvIY7TY87U4Lh7Y0vJlNBZXO5CX-S2_0npyEwjDT9MPsR9w-1Ehbd8i4ye95sBFD_i_wp65vBHhvEnorSih4QxQhm0bDAtwN8SN/s320/P1010073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530398447153785618" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPloHYIEJm1KFT-Wd6ZSWS3l1xyvmcQszuo4LCZqHBeV6Ai3vrISvarpEsARuT5lc4kf2obVrHlnrVpbXSUUJIMC0ZNFYK4ScokSTy62x3u2BEIYHdaW5DbqUn1h96bzoZvzoPdEZYbm0G/s1600/P1010074.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPloHYIEJm1KFT-Wd6ZSWS3l1xyvmcQszuo4LCZqHBeV6Ai3vrISvarpEsARuT5lc4kf2obVrHlnrVpbXSUUJIMC0ZNFYK4ScokSTy62x3u2BEIYHdaW5DbqUn1h96bzoZvzoPdEZYbm0G/s320/P1010074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530398459329702402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />During a "short cut" (it turned out it wasn't LOL) we saw this odd formation of vegetation, went under the freeway, along walkways...we were gone for a few hours. Liam coped marvelously...we only had a few collapsures (not unjustifiably considering how I had brought no drink or snacks with us and it was a long walk...I thought we were just going to the park for a bit. I suspect we had far less complaints than with a tired , thirsty neuro-typical child.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwXYEYtrcgnoLtlWKPw-8XfJo8yW1cvwDTAoXPgEYjO1JA8WGogIl9g4bN_PwNpegOJGR-P1CpJ4kYHrQy4ww-LRiqu9VjPu7zDjZOEBt81v0U_aBTNyQGR32JUEjlu1MykH7HlP1foEd/s1600/P1010134.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOwXYEYtrcgnoLtlWKPw-8XfJo8yW1cvwDTAoXPgEYjO1JA8WGogIl9g4bN_PwNpegOJGR-P1CpJ4kYHrQy4ww-LRiqu9VjPu7zDjZOEBt81v0U_aBTNyQGR32JUEjlu1MykH7HlP1foEd/s320/P1010134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451577500340226" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkgAvP0BjAaBVxfMIwNi542xYFVr6N4VBGsNefivjlt2Dh444feaKh2vyVABinhyphenhyphen1zAoRyOOmf4l98_-WrShgdOrqY5JDa9t3TSbhNlSrx3595XlGxM4JKBtNmRsK1yzbBNC7rs1ggFOo/s1600/P1010152.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIkgAvP0BjAaBVxfMIwNi542xYFVr6N4VBGsNefivjlt2Dh444feaKh2vyVABinhyphenhyphen1zAoRyOOmf4l98_-WrShgdOrqY5JDa9t3TSbhNlSrx3595XlGxM4JKBtNmRsK1yzbBNC7rs1ggFOo/s320/P1010152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451576070766658" border="0" /></a>We went back to play in the park on the following week-end with friends of Adam & Naomi's...they have a gorgeous 18mth old daughter...she's like a little doll. Liam did notice her and seemed quite curious and gently stroked her cheek. She was also curious about Liam. Interestingly both children exhibited some jealously when Adam was paying attention to the other one...he was very fair and was rather pleased that Liam cared :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSmLokG9qhvTLbLxk0sUJPORZq0qhSWz0JjpmelULsaI4iKsYarUMw7t7APJ90I9oT90f24b8DPRLQUwinBqOufU2O0kedSww8RyEk_AH9iz7eRNyfNWwT5EBUTNhuR8WB1BOUN4R8eE1/s1600/P1010083.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSmLokG9qhvTLbLxk0sUJPORZq0qhSWz0JjpmelULsaI4iKsYarUMw7t7APJ90I9oT90f24b8DPRLQUwinBqOufU2O0kedSww8RyEk_AH9iz7eRNyfNWwT5EBUTNhuR8WB1BOUN4R8eE1/s320/P1010083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530398484353551778" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NcdaAmB6rAyb7qkCzd6yIwjGdIIr4lKJkdBQkElfwniKoRcfZj4IsjIlHyrZ9UA5yS89qFVPY0juQLtl26GWdxtyCdPKzvKdOrpkC_Pw7LSN-I0CjUbFehUX4iWXwmVk3DamDHEDFojm/s1600/P1010081.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0NcdaAmB6rAyb7qkCzd6yIwjGdIIr4lKJkdBQkElfwniKoRcfZj4IsjIlHyrZ9UA5yS89qFVPY0juQLtl26GWdxtyCdPKzvKdOrpkC_Pw7LSN-I0CjUbFehUX4iWXwmVk3DamDHEDFojm/s320/P1010081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530398468626800706" border="0" /></a>We also went to the Aquarium at Darling Harbour...Liam loved the train trip in, loved the penguins and was fascinated by the turtles, he hated the volume of people and that Daddy was taking too long...he attempted an escape...towards the light (was the wrong way).... mutinously refused to go in the right direction, so decided to crawl away (harder for Mum to pick up), then collapsed on the ground. He eventually gave up and we hid in the toilet for a while (Kris was blissfully unaware and taking photos at the time) and then we came out through the cafe.......and I guess you can guess what happened next :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73Wy-ZAt7w3c6FkKpouCam1LphUnhXz13dJczqepfzm-5Pyb6d8DGOvcjgTyO6HFC1DqTKAepwwS9h1UMYuh4zI6o7OIrHUoiVO2f_MbCxsARSfhyWj5kvpidQOR4o2iqKXVbfzuxBu-E/s1600/Liam+%26+Kris+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73Wy-ZAt7w3c6FkKpouCam1LphUnhXz13dJczqepfzm-5Pyb6d8DGOvcjgTyO6HFC1DqTKAepwwS9h1UMYuh4zI6o7OIrHUoiVO2f_MbCxsARSfhyWj5kvpidQOR4o2iqKXVbfzuxBu-E/s320/Liam+%26+Kris+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531386991010125410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Kris also got a lovely kiss from a happy son :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWrbBzd6rRjTcd9suov4zAz2XyJHeNZH7Ud9127s9M9LgrhSQjy6rXQiOjU0347JFfw5KJ7fAmXWdMVqkQzJIyJst1jRqIwS1-P_bv-LP-0legNp-XILNEkxMvO5OqrB5Kym7e0PvZCgG/s1600/P1010087.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtWrbBzd6rRjTcd9suov4zAz2XyJHeNZH7Ud9127s9M9LgrhSQjy6rXQiOjU0347JFfw5KJ7fAmXWdMVqkQzJIyJst1jRqIwS1-P_bv-LP-0legNp-XILNEkxMvO5OqrB5Kym7e0PvZCgG/s320/P1010087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451559056818258" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgi-yXVwAq0Au1hXG4o8yiodEtW2Xixzx-hOC98DicqaHyTT9uROJIFCKeVKR-KTplfR-4TFOoNZVjJEMKk9XG_MtIgR6TY0XpBBT-7yuVEal7oirokUOWGtE_OQh8gEcTbUy4orrSUiH/s1600/P1010095.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSgi-yXVwAq0Au1hXG4o8yiodEtW2Xixzx-hOC98DicqaHyTT9uROJIFCKeVKR-KTplfR-4TFOoNZVjJEMKk9XG_MtIgR6TY0XpBBT-7yuVEal7oirokUOWGtE_OQh8gEcTbUy4orrSUiH/s320/P1010095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531387012514506210" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintd2eUGigljuDORMozn4ref2WO4McjnerIIVv5EGKFZ_Ctat4yyTri4Xj7Puv0OsR5dYWdBc4LbRjeVEmeiTuWUfrUMukazfCKcPzPrbKojy0rf-JiAdnsv7WhgiAQ-s0Ik_FREVSlz2T/s1600/P1010092.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintd2eUGigljuDORMozn4ref2WO4McjnerIIVv5EGKFZ_Ctat4yyTri4Xj7Puv0OsR5dYWdBc4LbRjeVEmeiTuWUfrUMukazfCKcPzPrbKojy0rf-JiAdnsv7WhgiAQ-s0Ik_FREVSlz2T/s320/P1010092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531387008023410562" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeUD3_uP4xMw94Ew9y8IwMo4uuQ1pNdtF3JQ-vZTrI-MPL6yiUQdOqfaVzeWgJtNt7EBS_tgpvj0u88nHUSfFXRouPcplBp1tDKXoIF1ySjkYTb8ezN2Mro5G6fWgnAG0c03HcUVoT_iV/s1600/P1010098.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJeUD3_uP4xMw94Ew9y8IwMo4uuQ1pNdtF3JQ-vZTrI-MPL6yiUQdOqfaVzeWgJtNt7EBS_tgpvj0u88nHUSfFXRouPcplBp1tDKXoIF1ySjkYTb8ezN2Mro5G6fWgnAG0c03HcUVoT_iV/s320/P1010098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531387003309435682" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUihf3mxcxaC3Pf6IROG7uHYIp6dPKZmkf43g81FSxLopkmW-2h0cb8xrjI44gW0UmD0cV-n39GWp-UZrc_EfCIqFZQkZmTYdLA4r2eQfas5LNSPdIcXkjO-HsUqKKgf53haTTjAAg7vL/s1600/P1010100.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfUihf3mxcxaC3Pf6IROG7uHYIp6dPKZmkf43g81FSxLopkmW-2h0cb8xrjI44gW0UmD0cV-n39GWp-UZrc_EfCIqFZQkZmTYdLA4r2eQfas5LNSPdIcXkjO-HsUqKKgf53haTTjAAg7vL/s320/P1010100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531386997045820114" border="0" /></a>After a little wander around, we headed home via a bridge that led straight into Price Waterhouse. One tired little man slept very well that night.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPDQNfIJpd-rOw6p0KrfYHxJ-u4YIxsNUrguw4K1YP0iaeOvvrTAPxSLYVDLtkMPWjtSlKGcfZ2Rqb38jyYAqhkmGhg6xpYne4bbtY8l-JVfWH9jav-tPi_9TLNlKpTDmVT_CFj6RDuKh/s1600/P1010105.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPDQNfIJpd-rOw6p0KrfYHxJ-u4YIxsNUrguw4K1YP0iaeOvvrTAPxSLYVDLtkMPWjtSlKGcfZ2Rqb38jyYAqhkmGhg6xpYne4bbtY8l-JVfWH9jav-tPi_9TLNlKpTDmVT_CFj6RDuKh/s320/P1010105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530391284981288850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The next day we did absolutely nothing and took him to the pool the following day. Liam loves water. It was very very busy. Kris , however decided to go for a couple of fast laps, despite his rather sore shoulder and boy did he suffer the consequences (a lot of pain due to a partial dislocation of his left shoulder) ...in fact he still cannot use that arm properly and its driving him crazy...after having just recovered from injuring his knee, he said he's feeling somewhat aged.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2eRNJlGho42OLb5FrLL8Mg6V11z_N8TMPA9mT_A8xYQuyuIq0xxM4CrGJawG2nAgrkF0GKouZ6xVsxkI2wFtIcSS04fw9vVqWZKh1sTpFx8b7LW3gGpPSd2WqKr35QOM-t02jYOO3Cez/s1600/P1010116.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge2eRNJlGho42OLb5FrLL8Mg6V11z_N8TMPA9mT_A8xYQuyuIq0xxM4CrGJawG2nAgrkF0GKouZ6xVsxkI2wFtIcSS04fw9vVqWZKh1sTpFx8b7LW3gGpPSd2WqKr35QOM-t02jYOO3Cez/s320/P1010116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451572453508194" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPp8fzMHqizfgyL7g6p4f01_j6j8jevlO6o9jj6GmvtICjr6-g1-kLZw8S5rQeQKWG3-6_wGbk4eM6YkK6Ci0GmxCh_pE8-yRjfnUK4iO1OcJLDb5djvS_293EHH-q8XunbobC52OnIwDf/s1600/P1010110.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPp8fzMHqizfgyL7g6p4f01_j6j8jevlO6o9jj6GmvtICjr6-g1-kLZw8S5rQeQKWG3-6_wGbk4eM6YkK6Ci0GmxCh_pE8-yRjfnUK4iO1OcJLDb5djvS_293EHH-q8XunbobC52OnIwDf/s320/P1010110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531451563372806738" border="0" /></a>Our final trip was to the Hunter Valley...Liam hates the strong alcohol smell, but loved having a bit of a run outside...and he does love going for a drive..<br />It was wonderful to catch up with Adam and Naomi...I absolutely loved cooking dinner with Adam one night. I had forgotten how nice it was to cook with someone else :)<br /><br />When we got home, Liam was sooo excited he raced around the front garden (several times). He loves to visit Adam & Naomi in Sydney, but he also loves to come home again...but then again don't we all :)<br /><br />At think thats enough for this post.<br /><br />Lots of hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-18139400393250226072010-09-28T17:48:00.001+10:002010-09-28T17:59:50.589+10:00Woo Hoo, I won :)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXgJYGCsuL7AQuYWMNWwOgCbRGUblz4296VROW1sFFtj2JF5TP7vTY657ZCEX2QeWOvueDr6YeIxWdgAk7f52lVC7EpkeHaOj54aACZklI4KK9TFTQZauuj4S_grMLTBkMRND2arrk2gA/s1600/P1010010.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXgJYGCsuL7AQuYWMNWwOgCbRGUblz4296VROW1sFFtj2JF5TP7vTY657ZCEX2QeWOvueDr6YeIxWdgAk7f52lVC7EpkeHaOj54aACZklI4KK9TFTQZauuj4S_grMLTBkMRND2arrk2gA/s320/P1010010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521869954505685330" border="0" /></a>Last week was the first week of our school holidays...so we all got sick LOL. Before I succumbed I entered a competition on <a href="http://lynetteandersondesigns.typepad.com/lynette_anderson_designs/">Lynette's blog</a>...and I won...what a wonderful get well present that was. Well my pattern arrived today. Woo Hoo!<br />If you want to see a much much better piccie of this design check it out <a href="http://lynetteandersondesigns.typepad.com/lynette_anderson_designs/2010/09/dear-santa.html">here</a>...its well worth it :)<br /><br />This week we are all feeling much better. Liam is going to a holiday programme in the mornings and just loving it...he was sooo excited this morning :)<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-33547307916815987802010-09-22T08:17:00.001+10:002010-09-22T08:41:02.732+10:00Zoe<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWmOHsxkt09c0axMmFc0dyaX0oKanDpE4BGRyW7T4nST4QXAZj2XzmFHeW1ux_TbK7Z0KsBLFnqOl7f0Gn2YZ2cmOkp00oEfcEey5QL337wZs3xckRYUWUl067nkP1D6xWYug2OfDm8Aa/s1600/P1000742.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWmOHsxkt09c0axMmFc0dyaX0oKanDpE4BGRyW7T4nST4QXAZj2XzmFHeW1ux_TbK7Z0KsBLFnqOl7f0Gn2YZ2cmOkp00oEfcEey5QL337wZs3xckRYUWUl067nkP1D6xWYug2OfDm8Aa/s320/P1000742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519496717299033474" border="0" /></a>This quilt 's owner has arrived!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">CONGRATULATIONS </span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLGJ6HOw1dFGAiDp7N8d7hgjs2d_eLHQ6XWxziurQ6iAnfQd1b8m5z47dS0nsPeOrE94yvWI8jgELRuVQKKVTkwINSweSlcqneDQOLCuK3f3yzqW6K0QZF66bUGusd8I82upwnv9BEHJH/s1600/P1000981.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLGJ6HOw1dFGAiDp7N8d7hgjs2d_eLHQ6XWxziurQ6iAnfQd1b8m5z47dS0nsPeOrE94yvWI8jgELRuVQKKVTkwINSweSlcqneDQOLCuK3f3yzqW6K0QZF66bUGusd8I82upwnv9BEHJH/s320/P1000981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519496109599354418" border="0" /></a><br />This little cutie was born on Monday...when I asked the new father how his daughter was he proudly said "she's magnificent". He is very thrilled as is his Mum... I haven't been able to see her yet as Liam is unwell, but there's plenty of time. We have known him and his Mum for years, so Kris insisted on taking her in to the hospital. He was a tad annoyed with our video camera though...it has been playing up and finally packed up just as he was about to use it...thats life :)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMY8masFKfiJJQaoA3OKp8IPjXlahH8azwUNlmWDG2iTmKkvlU8n9fdQGweIcCXDxNCfH8-dkiMY8I9q3f6_WGF9wUivXuz3HbnC5IwGxAaovG8OAGetkhETMMyYtkqspvAofrR2aRju21/s1600/P1000988.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMY8masFKfiJJQaoA3OKp8IPjXlahH8azwUNlmWDG2iTmKkvlU8n9fdQGweIcCXDxNCfH8-dkiMY8I9q3f6_WGF9wUivXuz3HbnC5IwGxAaovG8OAGetkhETMMyYtkqspvAofrR2aRju21/s320/P1000988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519496121094335922" border="0" /></a>Doting Mum and Grandmother<br /><br />New life is so precious and wonderful.<br /><br />Hugs SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-90640951135359539242010-09-19T19:04:00.000+10:002010-09-19T19:17:57.065+10:00NQR<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vOSCfcsyLIGEyKccDFsmazFQkFusEY8vlNeNtUD9Sl2PdwtrIaZC0n6TLLBa-ADakN-h77tFgpLFvZCF2f8Em-SVY_fXy2WXCb-Ky8bCnmmp_8iSpC_EER3dhC8Elo_aJT-wnCshkkx_/s1600/P1000975.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_vOSCfcsyLIGEyKccDFsmazFQkFusEY8vlNeNtUD9Sl2PdwtrIaZC0n6TLLBa-ADakN-h77tFgpLFvZCF2f8Em-SVY_fXy2WXCb-Ky8bCnmmp_8iSpC_EER3dhC8Elo_aJT-wnCshkkx_/s320/P1000975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518549580409633842" border="0" /></a>After making a quilt for a baby shower (at the end of the kookaburra post), I thought it would be nice to make one for Liam...especially as it has different textures on it. I've been procrastinating, but not sure why. Enough I thought.<br />I laid out the squares and immediately felt uncomfy...I laid out all of them...perhaps I'm being silly. I asked Kris (see I was desperate..."I hate it" said he..."please don't say its for us" and "did you choose that fabric?"). That made me feel good... <span style="font-style: italic;">not. </span>Now I would also like to point out that I do not like making things I hate, even if they are to give away :). <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrUKbNjUyG9iTxRpDIKKCPJfvVzUh0GNRo8q9BZImIy5q6qNMKiA74_RwmKvyn9lMHYybxYeFL3VISoPlgwF5U1f0fq_zv-R7kT2u90sohGU-bkPb2Pw0y_q_rWGml9kgibum4S98ymlv/s1600/P1000976.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTrUKbNjUyG9iTxRpDIKKCPJfvVzUh0GNRo8q9BZImIy5q6qNMKiA74_RwmKvyn9lMHYybxYeFL3VISoPlgwF5U1f0fq_zv-R7kT2u90sohGU-bkPb2Pw0y_q_rWGml9kgibum4S98ymlv/s320/P1000976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518549589829994002" border="0" /></a><br />I've removed the offending stripy fabric...it really did not go, but something is still not right. I think I may take out the monkeys and multi-coloured circles. At the moment its lying on the spare room floor. Hopefully I will be able to salvage something out of it.<br /><br />Oh well, at least i got some painting done.<br /><br />Hugs to all,<br />SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-4496218121284410422010-09-07T19:26:00.000+10:002010-09-08T21:16:09.272+10:00The Moment by Kris FeiglA journey<br />Created<br />A scream<br />Not faked it<br />Drawing<br />Contraction<br />Conception<br />A life<br /><br />Building blocks<br />Growing<br />The dream<br />Your showing<br />A glow<br />The radiance<br />A light<br /><br />A future<br />Your making<br />A dream<br />Your shaping<br />Prime directive<br />An instinct<br />A drive<br /><br />The fear<br />Of not being<br />Not clear<br />Not seeing<br />A future a choice<br />Not to make<br /><br />A tomorrow<br />Not there at all<br />The questions<br />No answers call<br />That future<br />May see success<br />Or may see a fall<br /><br />The tears<br />Screaming returns<br />Not faking<br />Contractions churn<br />Force out a life<br />Turn on a light<br />Forever change<br /><br />Behold the moment<br />Behold a life<br />Welcome new spirit<br />Burning so bright<br />Light supernova<br />Overwhelms all<br />Blots out the day<br /><br />Bonding in spirit<br />Bonding in soul<br />Sense new beginning<br />Responsible role<br />Baton change over<br />Life's work starts now<br />Where will it end<br /><br />Glimpse new horizon<br />Behind a glow of dawn<br />Track leading on now<br />Energy gone<br />Unconditional love<br />Unforgettable journey<br />When will it end<br /><br />For the love of a mother<br />The bond of the soul<br />Will live ever more now<br />In her baton change role<br />Future intangible<br />Power incredible<br />Force indescribable<br />Drive not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">deflectable</span><br />Course not selectable<br />Nature's choice<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Irresistible</span> and delectable<br />Sweet dreams!<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />I hope you like DH's poem<br />Hugs, Sharon<br /></span>Sharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-44062995168155883182010-09-03T08:37:00.000+10:002010-09-03T15:15:48.404+10:00A Kookaburra, a Trampoline, a Cake and a Quilt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLXBItYdI6Q2eleL7xD0b7MSsNnGbf-KIWXbn2TuZxtpFP-0VZq3mV-N5zsyRdHKZURudd44O8-P2LPxtRpRmRVWCyicB17KomEig1pU1Pp7zTvCfWG1WWSLv8rPusIue-yfWP4Lwz8St/s1600/P1000837.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMLXBItYdI6Q2eleL7xD0b7MSsNnGbf-KIWXbn2TuZxtpFP-0VZq3mV-N5zsyRdHKZURudd44O8-P2LPxtRpRmRVWCyicB17KomEig1pU1Pp7zTvCfWG1WWSLv8rPusIue-yfWP4Lwz8St/s320/P1000837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512487873745684626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRGGfyADUPTFUqiFViHz039VNNCfHDSLf1823E83aLcDwckfmt5AUGCrW0bAln-iocRQhFW_16GYnlCdYE5Akx9oEsqdTmsXgtEJXckrIQ3dnjBXD2px41XnPhOID8pwtVrfpOdEe-4Zn/s1600/KookaburraDeckTurned9.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCRGGfyADUPTFUqiFViHz039VNNCfHDSLf1823E83aLcDwckfmt5AUGCrW0bAln-iocRQhFW_16GYnlCdYE5Akx9oEsqdTmsXgtEJXckrIQ3dnjBXD2px41XnPhOID8pwtVrfpOdEe-4Zn/s320/KookaburraDeckTurned9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512487829972367202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJr4gocuLBWvCDAnUzQ-xB_Llcd5kfdVwbUqMwTA3La-XQ8LFlm2LSdAp7eh8rA497w0e_i-Bw_KdxGbhEEBirlsPYWC1GQPEGR0q0LjTzX927ESr7ePuFL1AQzYc3kSNkqzOiE4GjWWv/s1600/P1000823.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiJr4gocuLBWvCDAnUzQ-xB_Llcd5kfdVwbUqMwTA3La-XQ8LFlm2LSdAp7eh8rA497w0e_i-Bw_KdxGbhEEBirlsPYWC1GQPEGR0q0LjTzX927ESr7ePuFL1AQzYc3kSNkqzOiE4GjWWv/s320/P1000823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512479129017929026" border="0" /></a><br />Its Spring :) and the honeyeaters constant squabbling in the gum tree over a particularly good nest has abated. It went on all through August LOL.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUIlg6ETfFF8A42uLzPbNwRYODH4fyi8RtokRbV_riNmYyWiBGP4E4t-kpHkCjyHHjtQkg66Dngv_xwSjkiIC9uPhoyuiM1tlOaPz_4A8GhACoKbKFXVPjO6qeXLrNkBum0XpP38e-90R/s1600/KookaburraDeckTurned7.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHUIlg6ETfFF8A42uLzPbNwRYODH4fyi8RtokRbV_riNmYyWiBGP4E4t-kpHkCjyHHjtQkg66Dngv_xwSjkiIC9uPhoyuiM1tlOaPz_4A8GhACoKbKFXVPjO6qeXLrNkBum0XpP38e-90R/s320/KookaburraDeckTurned7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512453432249689250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPJT5x08o9hf2qvtIGdT2g3aXBVAc_xzyLD8UhfeNCtSWB5v2W2cbh3uHN-yn4B6C2dzmcGzDJh0FAtpE8PWjnkrqsl_kpDd09mMUEpS-sYF8UdcwoVFjqUxtc_hrqW4URyxOrO_MBmBb/s1600/KookaburraDeckTurned3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwPJT5x08o9hf2qvtIGdT2g3aXBVAc_xzyLD8UhfeNCtSWB5v2W2cbh3uHN-yn4B6C2dzmcGzDJh0FAtpE8PWjnkrqsl_kpDd09mMUEpS-sYF8UdcwoVFjqUxtc_hrqW4URyxOrO_MBmBb/s320/KookaburraDeckTurned3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512551014857933474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP6vLYqQTgCw8H3cqGhzDCIXCnDOySV_o3_bNxBGSwJ7M9cJAvo8cEqoOsctApNJ5WtUcbgCbU26FLv2QS8unr8EM07dk9qvf0vYuAhzFw95ex5K6tdHCZRRldzuvSiIfWJ5nbvCw313L_/s1600/KookaburraDeckTurned8.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP6vLYqQTgCw8H3cqGhzDCIXCnDOySV_o3_bNxBGSwJ7M9cJAvo8cEqoOsctApNJ5WtUcbgCbU26FLv2QS8unr8EM07dk9qvf0vYuAhzFw95ex5K6tdHCZRRldzuvSiIfWJ5nbvCw313L_/s320/KookaburraDeckTurned8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512465750207854066" border="0" /></a><br />We also had a visitor to our deck yesterday afternoon. Our deck does feel a little like a tree-house and this little kookaburra certainly emphasized that. We have never had one come so close...he obviously approves of our deck. He wasn't even too concerned about popping down onto the deck to grab a bit of sausage meat :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-YJI6Wx9RjtR8lfH9uz6SYeOvgmiABl7AyU9HUSsdJQ6PZFwvy9xpF_lHFfOnKBYAY6gFdC04hQo7T9Ukwm9UaKsrOaokvE_0VZ25Yf_tfuDvnR4IDX2vwxQAKC2rWgn_L30RwQFz_H8/s1600/P1000872+R.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd-YJI6Wx9RjtR8lfH9uz6SYeOvgmiABl7AyU9HUSsdJQ6PZFwvy9xpF_lHFfOnKBYAY6gFdC04hQo7T9Ukwm9UaKsrOaokvE_0VZ25Yf_tfuDvnR4IDX2vwxQAKC2rWgn_L30RwQFz_H8/s320/P1000872+R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512458300132731586" border="0" /></a>Ev<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbqg6laaedzQV7fWTFa02u2d3xLFIwQ9-uAizNYSyPh1RRbcN8sg0gc3vWYB7lKv84sDn9ZUWrxotkEIStxmIwPZezztYeJm6I1LBtFD-tKRRKpuLafubFNA4YZ9vKrHKdVgZQ4zxGnEp/s1600/P1000856+Kris+%26+Liam+cropped.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbqg6laaedzQV7fWTFa02u2d3xLFIwQ9-uAizNYSyPh1RRbcN8sg0gc3vWYB7lKv84sDn9ZUWrxotkEIStxmIwPZezztYeJm6I1LBtFD-tKRRKpuLafubFNA4YZ9vKrHKdVgZQ4zxGnEp/s320/P1000856+Kris+%26+Liam+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512465764037306930" border="0" /></a>en Liam was interested...unfortunately there is no photo as we stopped him as he was reaching out to touch the bird. This was the best we could do. The kookaburra remained despite Liam getting within millimetres of his breast :) Our neighbours' children were also fascinated to see him as they arrived home from school. Kris fed him some meat from a sausage roll...hope that doesn't put him off coming back LOL. I was taking photos and it almost looked like he was posing at one stage. I was quite close :). This is why we love Montrose, the trees , the birds and if you go for a walk early enough (which I have not done lately...and am consequently quite unfit), I have seen wallabies, a couple of echidnas and the odd kangaroo. The bush is just over the back road you see. Montrose is the kind of place that people stay, sometimes moving within the suburb...I<br /><br />guess thats why we've been here for so long...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXK7DsMB0lFP0Sz67Eanuw3p6GiHGNO5c1AlujzQokNybtg9vvqOQI-arKoX8UCp6H-0KVOdXIXitGuDrLs486FcqlKqQGRS3iI1fZnAD64i3nEWag9PAw1jlvVpIC55iGdrRHJo2-TiB/s1600/LiamTurnedTrampoline2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidXK7DsMB0lFP0Sz67Eanuw3p6GiHGNO5c1AlujzQokNybtg9vvqOQI-arKoX8UCp6H-0KVOdXIXitGuDrLs486FcqlKqQGRS3iI1fZnAD64i3nEWag9PAw1jlvVpIC55iGdrRHJo2-TiB/s320/LiamTurnedTrampoline2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512479104001502066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTEM0HOPXf0-9wFIDZbWeRIaFaInndSzGMwxKI1HNxJiqeiDyWAj7eaMU-QcMlMwnHXg5N633LkkS7qQiUUhKx22sTNWIHY4OoVAp27eMg48ye5DS-2o3EWnoxCdwugXQGP21J_XE5F1x/s1600/LiamTurnedTrampoline1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTEM0HOPXf0-9wFIDZbWeRIaFaInndSzGMwxKI1HNxJiqeiDyWAj7eaMU-QcMlMwnHXg5N633LkkS7qQiUUhKx22sTNWIHY4OoVAp27eMg48ye5DS-2o3EWnoxCdwugXQGP21J_XE5F1x/s320/LiamTurnedTrampoline1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512479087611682706" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYT6slwElOxhV5AJGSvO-MWz9VyNpp7qJSiJrJm7brKMOL7N0gpowVo6_LXAw9xUEo-IVXEwdR6PnF79h7VMyVUZQZrtJP2Lbju9n9zTTVxFuDX__1To2ilu2LnUqqiL_o6x0UwTCDZ1N/s1600/LiamTurnedTrampoline4.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUYT6slwElOxhV5AJGSvO-MWz9VyNpp7qJSiJrJm7brKMOL7N0gpowVo6_LXAw9xUEo-IVXEwdR6PnF79h7VMyVUZQZrtJP2Lbju9n9zTTVxFuDX__1To2ilu2LnUqqiL_o6x0UwTCDZ1N/s320/LiamTurnedTrampoline4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512479113694234098" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4kHDWspOpurEHmjewkGBBYmBxjrlsfukbtynlRTLdhjOeeQaO2Q71aFa6raOr9kH0UH79VdqvHkf7eneDVTIfP_OiABWXNwBLH-aST4ZxP7qQHwAua2UsmS_MSZhBeh7Xz3gsAqLR2jS/s1600/LiamTurnedTrampoline3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4kHDWspOpurEHmjewkGBBYmBxjrlsfukbtynlRTLdhjOeeQaO2Q71aFa6raOr9kH0UH79VdqvHkf7eneDVTIfP_OiABWXNwBLH-aST4ZxP7qQHwAua2UsmS_MSZhBeh7Xz3gsAqLR2jS/s320/LiamTurnedTrampoline3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512479105898813170" border="0" /></a><br />Liam also had a good time on the trampoline with both Mummy and Daddy...he outlasted both of us :). He just loves it especially when on of us (usually Daddy) is on too. He can coordinate his bouncing so that he goes up as Daddy comes down...he loves getting higher and higher. There are lots of smiles, good looking and squeals of delight :).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ue6E7eQa5FiJojIxABtcwqikuYXEHQJBhcLQeHqztuadcC8jEQgpVeqDdedbO5vUh5tLEwic2RhA4EZefvF-Imnnx6hMpnDDl3ACsS3nB_G8kr8qvHLYh9C_iDByA9JQklcMukQh4TAo/s1600/P1000816+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Ue6E7eQa5FiJojIxABtcwqikuYXEHQJBhcLQeHqztuadcC8jEQgpVeqDdedbO5vUh5tLEwic2RhA4EZefvF-Imnnx6hMpnDDl3ACsS3nB_G8kr8qvHLYh9C_iDByA9JQklcMukQh4TAo/s320/P1000816+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512470486799778274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4Aq_pOLFFJoki7xd62UX11t6zVjqEhn31wMVdhO3Qa10bVVevQCwbsIz-dkkRYJz-3cMtmjRI3jd6w-ywpIX7Z9BH7-IpRpg7OAsdR4aDHmnvlRtl6FvGeiGNj91ix9bd7_XSw_LMJyg/s1600/LiamCakeTurnedUncomfortable.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4Aq_pOLFFJoki7xd62UX11t6zVjqEhn31wMVdhO3Qa10bVVevQCwbsIz-dkkRYJz-3cMtmjRI3jd6w-ywpIX7Z9BH7-IpRpg7OAsdR4aDHmnvlRtl6FvGeiGNj91ix9bd7_XSw_LMJyg/s320/LiamCakeTurnedUncomfortable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512470520356388114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Simon was also over last week-end for Liam's birthday ...so I'll indulge in a couple of pics of Liam's birthday again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiqzeOZf5K3GK8_mc0Pc831FXDU96SV8eet9i5Xnrp0LEX8XRUrcldXqnbjsLAXPeJoe4CZ6-DduMkmMjTWmt5tVWvMjRWTYSZD-TweMjSQ9_wYFVEH0zeusY0CMPctQ9KZLHlsaazhcO/s1600/SimonLiamAloof.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiqzeOZf5K3GK8_mc0Pc831FXDU96SV8eet9i5Xnrp0LEX8XRUrcldXqnbjsLAXPeJoe4CZ6-DduMkmMjTWmt5tVWvMjRWTYSZD-TweMjSQ9_wYFVEH0zeusY0CMPctQ9KZLHlsaazhcO/s320/SimonLiamAloof.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512465773259184674" border="0" /></a> Still not keen about the candles LOL<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-X2yfTLXoXr3gbeEWtDsDTSIq_sSRv0t9ufCmwWHm0JPEjwRa-OBpVx8PYhIuwE9Qn8pl-0trKOlOpKb6lc9j1yZXm_aRBsxulcr7dnnMRAAHwqtcTHkHmlYDNfDJVfkuT4vpFMpm9p-/s1600/P1000738.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-X2yfTLXoXr3gbeEWtDsDTSIq_sSRv0t9ufCmwWHm0JPEjwRa-OBpVx8PYhIuwE9Qn8pl-0trKOlOpKb6lc9j1yZXm_aRBsxulcr7dnnMRAAHwqtcTHkHmlYDNfDJVfkuT4vpFMpm9p-/s320/P1000738.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512487866204411554" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GRfUlgaCQwfMuqMfh6WMeyDb8muqpPsZNVdhAiuIWDBPr4xjx6Io9xMqq4RYpkFiI38xE06tEwIn0XQg7u2tC2KNxv_fUSGXIzWGbqDSfyCgVkjlAWYfpEFrlqbGVh8vJvvxPed9hxXf/s1600/P1000741.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GRfUlgaCQwfMuqMfh6WMeyDb8muqpPsZNVdhAiuIWDBPr4xjx6Io9xMqq4RYpkFiI38xE06tEwIn0XQg7u2tC2KNxv_fUSGXIzWGbqDSfyCgVkjlAWYfpEFrlqbGVh8vJvvxPed9hxXf/s320/P1000741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512487851531645362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I have also finally finished the quilt I was making for a friend's baby shower...well I had left myself a little over a week to do it and I must say I was quite impressed with how close I got...at least Tracey was able to see it almost finished...that is with threads hanging out and most of the quilting done. The pics I've taken still have loose threads so don't look too closely...I wanted to take advantage of the sun :)<br />I ran out of time...the election didn't help. Who's running the country anyway?...well we still don't know LOL.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqKLryAowh17A7eNlxHHOcDt2htM3M9qrfaXJBuWUxDj2Yq0-asetDz2UVmsa50uqMTwtI7IFi5ZGTwReqSQSSq4b5Nd0CgDUzkr21bK4yF4HxPY6ZRsg_zg9lYj4Wi8bJ3TzjZVbu5BH/s1600/P1000743.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoqKLryAowh17A7eNlxHHOcDt2htM3M9qrfaXJBuWUxDj2Yq0-asetDz2UVmsa50uqMTwtI7IFi5ZGTwReqSQSSq4b5Nd0CgDUzkr21bK4yF4HxPY6ZRsg_zg9lYj4Wi8bJ3TzjZVbu5BH/s320/P1000743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512487844372784834" border="0" /></a><br />So I hope you are all having a good week.<br />Lots of love and hugs (of course LOL),<br />SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-79305730418839728952010-08-27T08:49:00.000+10:002010-08-27T15:31:52.653+10:00Liam at 6Today was Liam's 6th birthday and he was well :) After several years of him being ill on his birthday, thats now two in a row that he's been fine. Its so good that he's so healthy now :)<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKUq9LMPhtup6SfVk-w2p82f5GJW8dbGUmz_QUMxj4lIU6L1t4IvrYn14PxtJnJQCqlV84UjughlNfCg1gP2_7L3kAekEOEeYaJgxbp3s_cDqcP4QWOix5v0LnMF8rUhDgyamZRpO1qnA/s1600/Liam3days.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsKUq9LMPhtup6SfVk-w2p82f5GJW8dbGUmz_QUMxj4lIU6L1t4IvrYn14PxtJnJQCqlV84UjughlNfCg1gP2_7L3kAekEOEeYaJgxbp3s_cDqcP4QWOix5v0LnMF8rUhDgyamZRpO1qnA/s320/Liam3days.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509862218898188034" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;">Liam 3 days old...and it was the first time I got to hold him or even see him for 2 long days, as we were in different hospitals :(</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcT1oPOd48po5dRwwFftnkRd04urGGCMYLImgD7GgyWv2e7R7nJzwjIoMfXy3gMijEu56IshyIv-JKPIIezfZN79n8ZXLnJZgCwipsuumpL0uuf69mUkkhvV6J3WHx1HZodJh-Ka5aTHqh/s1600/ShazLiam.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcT1oPOd48po5dRwwFftnkRd04urGGCMYLImgD7GgyWv2e7R7nJzwjIoMfXy3gMijEu56IshyIv-JKPIIezfZN79n8ZXLnJZgCwipsuumpL0uuf69mUkkhvV6J3WHx1HZodJh-Ka5aTHqh/s320/ShazLiam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509951794806617266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><br /><br />Liam loves to go to his favourite corner when he gets to school...Mum saying </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8T3lAYlOxkUi62jacsyhFto1MGyqPwzHz6ro4ceH2gb3W04fXsPb5vrG2aZQJWqUjeoobtbbUwODUq9LIEUTUmiDsJ_PGDzYPbBXCBh6VeVvoeh5lMNVihQ10_gIZOmAHnH167XR1LoX/s1600/P1000753+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8T3lAYlOxkUi62jacsyhFto1MGyqPwzHz6ro4ceH2gb3W04fXsPb5vrG2aZQJWqUjeoobtbbUwODUq9LIEUTUmiDsJ_PGDzYPbBXCBh6VeVvoeh5lMNVihQ10_gIZOmAHnH167XR1LoX/s320/P1000753+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509944131303032562" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">goodbye</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyaNzvKNHGyc3hgIkgURoVVG7jLhPMQNklx_3zpHnbh4hJiek-4mF2O5HA_h2y0kpDxinWDWnseZnEcLfgDa7TxVc88TZc3t0P6lV3I96RGypqqeD3WVtvQnY5oUaeNBsskEtxd9i7MSY/s1600/P1000754.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmyaNzvKNHGyc3hgIkgURoVVG7jLhPMQNklx_3zpHnbh4hJiek-4mF2O5HA_h2y0kpDxinWDWnseZnEcLfgDa7TxVc88TZc3t0P6lV3I96RGypqqeD3WVtvQnY5oUaeNBsskEtxd9i7MSY/s320/P1000754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509944149341446706" border="0" /></a><br />He is also very very happy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He absolutely loves his school, loves being with Mummy and Daddy and the pool and going out and coming home. Liam lives very much in the now and now is wonderful :). No wonder he's so healthy :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYzG9TZtWpuzdqBd7xHWWSv4Od2oM90QilZBHz86M9mfgFBqRGDNWQgt4h2wFtmMov7dh85dz34G4xGIwwfQzNVWiJ_85jVQNhlg37vKmNVggPJPQ49fAIECtpQQDunUjHnva8Hps1fRm/s1600/P1000761+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiYzG9TZtWpuzdqBd7xHWWSv4Od2oM90QilZBHz86M9mfgFBqRGDNWQgt4h2wFtmMov7dh85dz34G4xGIwwfQzNVWiJ_85jVQNhlg37vKmNVggPJPQ49fAIECtpQQDunUjHnva8Hps1fRm/s320/P1000761+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509946132013698738" border="0" /></a><br />The school Liam goes to is an autism specialist school and on a child's birthday, they organise a party <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9g1EL7wMofNhtIxf_TR9WkHYHMHicqfdQfourFz3ZMd3eB8soOjTUv-SpGFWPN4PxrlXDXAJXnBNxAZdn_QCsrbeRtEoiciQuZLC-fxx5VOX2pzf3wW2Q2t7sQdXdugMMU4O_CcJ4mBp/s1600/P1000771.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9g1EL7wMofNhtIxf_TR9WkHYHMHicqfdQfourFz3ZMd3eB8soOjTUv-SpGFWPN4PxrlXDXAJXnBNxAZdn_QCsrbeRtEoiciQuZLC-fxx5VOX2pzf3wW2Q2t7sQdXdugMMU4O_CcJ4mBp/s320/P1000771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509946137643518130" border="0" /></a>for them with balloons, party food, party <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4sbuBwmUsl-zkF62pkfdbpRvxdnj-1MZSBFGOSeNc7xvoDYkO270aVJf_IdjTNVsoHeIV-rzpHq5YvS6Ws4d00w7dIJViTR_ZMAdAOubtbDL7jLZa2q3S9Alv12vQ2jXW4O4KCZ0uEX6/s1600/P1000782+C2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4sbuBwmUsl-zkF62pkfdbpRvxdnj-1MZSBFGOSeNc7xvoDYkO270aVJf_IdjTNVsoHeIV-rzpHq5YvS6Ws4d00w7dIJViTR_ZMAdAOubtbDL7jLZa2q3S9Alv12vQ2jXW4O4KCZ0uEX6/s320/P1000782+C2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509859131549486034" border="0" /></a>hats and a <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-irZZpH78nLz8n6qHDhCI8zYacQqjF49JlZWBLSEcLLi-JbUh6GEwxfphmmEVpJViQJP-b4rYzT6TNyXtjAZz7oDcHQCsyudSayDoR5Y_iLCuPWFb56jhrI5QAw5mNv8VG9P5vyPFfM1H/s1600/P1000779+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-irZZpH78nLz8n6qHDhCI8zYacQqjF49JlZWBLSEcLLi-JbUh6GEwxfphmmEVpJViQJP-b4rYzT6TNyXtjAZz7oDcHQCsyudSayDoR5Y_iLCuPWFb56jhrI5QAw5mNv8VG9P5vyPFfM1H/s320/P1000779+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509859141603888130" border="0" /></a>present...we bring cake, drink <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7BOVgf_qRP7u4mwPhzSM_Pkhxb09e-IfA7PzBydGI8ChBSAWgXXp8OuODuxIuorWDGJRdRQpPW4mp2h9d62k5eDKRyktFG2iWFCSwh4OixsWFr9IOz9Of5ECezSYYlIGp1NshjReZp4k/s1600/P1000785+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7BOVgf_qRP7u4mwPhzSM_Pkhxb09e-IfA7PzBydGI8ChBSAWgXXp8OuODuxIuorWDGJRdRQpPW4mp2h9d62k5eDKRyktFG2iWFCSwh4OixsWFr9IOz9Of5ECezSYYlIGp1NshjReZp4k/s320/P1000785+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509859160348052002" border="0" /></a>and goodie bags. Its a really nice thing to do. We <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0ZLTMEWcUb6D8847ldn9BwQiuEttE8U_ihxZnearFJmmih7wJFsWpp5DhmHIWnUKM2PWz_qHjXIcZUgAnx7RjE9xfDEWPhGTRVNoohx3BUb8w-V-fV6RaE346LLvMNSJtfQww5L6J1Ae/s1600/P1000784+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0ZLTMEWcUb6D8847ldn9BwQiuEttE8U_ihxZnearFJmmih7wJFsWpp5DhmHIWnUKM2PWz_qHjXIcZUgAnx7RjE9xfDEWPhGTRVNoohx3BUb8w-V-fV6RaE346LLvMNSJtfQww5L6J1Ae/s320/P1000784+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509859151666988658" border="0" /></a>are also invited<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTS45ZfD5ZmT-gDslQmj3ErX88_lj4psO5oBYsn0_aYpe2VQ0AGRXTzNS7eACmgst7AiLIa1AI6O1IeFe4gD-iAy5OJQRY6enZA7PRquSUMF5yQehq1et2wXrc4IkP_5JxqUm7AGikhOn/s1600/P1000790+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikTS45ZfD5ZmT-gDslQmj3ErX88_lj4psO5oBYsn0_aYpe2VQ0AGRXTzNS7eACmgst7AiLIa1AI6O1IeFe4gD-iAy5OJQRY6enZA7PRquSUMF5yQehq1et2wXrc4IkP_5JxqUm7AGikhOn/s320/P1000790+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509862167560929426" border="0" /></a>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8suz9ET6nuSu48nGYMTFBcA1UzWckCO3TxHuhce4_uwNUlxPn6jQepa88OsPHyGAsM6WYtc7Vd4dPFOmdkXWvHRZ9nDf4Dlnwhbc-KB6mm6e_Ed-k1debsuT_iUiX0ZUB2R5f4tKVMH7/s1600/P1000789+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv8suz9ET6nuSu48nGYMTFBcA1UzWckCO3TxHuhce4_uwNUlxPn6jQepa88OsPHyGAsM6WYtc7Vd4dPFOmdkXWvHRZ9nDf4Dlnwhbc-KB6mm6e_Ed-k1debsuT_iUiX0ZUB2R5f4tKVMH7/s320/P1000789+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509859166363396082" border="0" /></a>..yeah!<br />As you can see even its no mean feat. Just getting them to put on the hat, however briefly isn't easy. hence its off most of the time. The teacher encourages one child to give Liam his birthday present and then helps him to unwrap it...as you can see he was quite happy with it :)...then came the Happy Birthday song and the lighting and blowing out the candles. All the kids get a chance to do this, which is really good. Liam as you can tell isn't always so keen on this. interested Liam was...it has taken a while and a lot of hard work on the teacher's part as although Liam is pretty easy going in that he is passive<span style="font-style: italic;">-</span>aloof<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> photos show that Liam didn't like the birthday song ( that may exhibit a dislike of bad singing LOL). Wouldn't look at the cake being lit, though he would intensely watch his teacher :)<br /><br /></span></span>...its therefore hard to get his attention. He will not necessarily look at what you want him to look at. Kris calls it studious avoidance. Putting it right in his face means "don't look", but you do feel you have to try as its too easy to avoid looking from a distance. It can be quite frustrating at times.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_oIpkp9SmXVw816cvqZzpOaxx5-7w79qSLeIbfA5i_zmX1xL5JlNyi3IzdDOLd4e4Wxzc2M22_W76A-VVwGEOeAvh6lCq3-mM3eJ2A6oxqYFbuuMg5mTG0nv5yj6VeXdWC10Topgxn-k/s1600/P1000792+C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ_oIpkp9SmXVw816cvqZzpOaxx5-7w79qSLeIbfA5i_zmX1xL5JlNyi3IzdDOLd4e4Wxzc2M22_W76A-VVwGEOeAvh6lCq3-mM3eJ2A6oxqYFbuuMg5mTG0nv5yj6VeXdWC10Topgxn-k/s320/P1000792+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509952465156707906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Liam was a little uncertain what to make of the lit candles and cakes approaching him...although you could say he has finally looked at them :D</span><br /><br />He did have a go at blowing them out though...he much preferred eating one. This chocolate cake is his absolute fave food, even better than chips :)<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMAbhDUlnRNocBFeBeo03VvIWV1vlms32PwVRkSPxRzHplwKxFKLgQMSdtyggs3Oi8Ujc2-XTiMsy0jUahFSJnbjO-MPJLXghrxU9Q3yvouJITlQ25cduYobZRNvdJwnzDXhyphenhyphenAenyBHgT/s1600/P1000812.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMAbhDUlnRNocBFeBeo03VvIWV1vlms32PwVRkSPxRzHplwKxFKLgQMSdtyggs3Oi8Ujc2-XTiMsy0jUahFSJnbjO-MPJLXghrxU9Q3yvouJITlQ25cduYobZRNvdJwnzDXhyphenhyphenAenyBHgT/s320/P1000812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509862180859213810" border="0" /></a>Afterwards it was back to the normal school routine (do a almost detect a sigh of relief that its all normal again LOL) with a song and a book. It was fascinating watching the other kids and seeing how interested Liam was...it shows the persistent hard work his teachers have put into him.<br /><br />As you can see we all had a very good day. Liam was quite happy to slip into the normal school routine again and say goodbye to his parents again :). He was very tired that night though. Turning 6 can be hard work :D<br /><br />Liam you are an absolute treasure and we adore you. Your cuddles and giggles and wanting dickle dickle (tickling) brighten our days more than you will ever know. Happy Birthday our precious one :)<br /><br />Lots of hugs, Mum<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiMAbhDUlnRNocBFeBeo03VvIWV1vlms32PwVRkSPxRzHplwKxFKLgQMSdtyggs3Oi8Ujc2-XTiMsy0jUahFSJnbjO-MPJLXghrxU9Q3yvouJITlQ25cduYobZRNvdJwnzDXhyphenhyphenAenyBHgT/s1600/P1000812.JPG"><br /></a>Sharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-27321658312715800102010-08-26T08:15:00.000+10:002010-08-26T08:30:35.001+10:00Tuesday nightI had had to wait for the driving rain and hail to ease before going down to the car for my craft class.<br /><br />Next day:<br />"I didn't make it to my craft class last night"<br />"Why not?" R asked<br />"Because I couldn't get down the driveway"was the mournfully embarrassed response<br />R Laughing "why, what was in the driveway?"<br />"Nothing"<br />I backed out, Kris parks slightly differently to me...should that make a difference. "I couldn't see" I sadly exclaimed<br />"What happened?" said she<br />"Oh I went over the sleeper and got bogged in front of the tree. Kris had to rescue the car and I was so upset , he thought I best stay at home. I was sooo upset and cross and embarrassed I couldn't ring and explain why I didn't go"<br />Last time Kris had driven the car down the driveway, after doing this and covering a visiting friend with mud.<br />" And to add insult to injury, I was also looking forward to a poo-free night"<br />Needless to say we both cracked up laughing<br />Dare I say "Shit happens" LOL<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-56009748653575248112010-08-15T09:17:00.000+10:002010-08-15T11:21:46.342+10:00Bits of this and that<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTiNyLiDqZRAzS880bq_VF9n2u4kW9doD7LSL7dWBIeuasmSeuVNmY8KdaRiiLXS9_cvQo2I43i8qitk-kgV4pemOKZ0ey_7UyXxAe-jB1xEFDuzujQiyiCqAu4yXU6T6pXxrQZXgyIRZE/s1600/P1000663c.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTiNyLiDqZRAzS880bq_VF9n2u4kW9doD7LSL7dWBIeuasmSeuVNmY8KdaRiiLXS9_cvQo2I43i8qitk-kgV4pemOKZ0ey_7UyXxAe-jB1xEFDuzujQiyiCqAu4yXU6T6pXxrQZXgyIRZE/s320/P1000663c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505419125841529330" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;">My fave red has transformed.......</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I know dyelots can vary, but its a totally different colour!!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zde2ern3pvw8EfubCKOjVUH5HBZZk0gZT4XanlHlMllMGCUFRJ5iZNCkfrjF_uVyQaWpmJXJW62CVDe5Hy_BqNZQidhkYKIKuqI71CbT4BbIQ5DgVUp7TnsqHsLOQIjWbFuviM-c0nPH/s1600/P1000638santa.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5zde2ern3pvw8EfubCKOjVUH5HBZZk0gZT4XanlHlMllMGCUFRJ5iZNCkfrjF_uVyQaWpmJXJW62CVDe5Hy_BqNZQidhkYKIKuqI71CbT4BbIQ5DgVUp7TnsqHsLOQIjWbFuviM-c0nPH/s320/P1000638santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505419121306481602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEn45ahofXIpXUhACj1dPxU9jLvYwOJPETH5bih5KsGuIied3Uhmpma-SRQnPkgm5aIUWNyqFSiEgWsLpQ45OfvzyPkhtVFIqMtjthWHB_UMUXQYjGDFpPGP_Qx-8qbghi1Mu822htuDrF/s1600/P1000637+xmas+tree.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEn45ahofXIpXUhACj1dPxU9jLvYwOJPETH5bih5KsGuIied3Uhmpma-SRQnPkgm5aIUWNyqFSiEgWsLpQ45OfvzyPkhtVFIqMtjthWHB_UMUXQYjGDFpPGP_Qx-8qbghi1Mu822htuDrF/s320/P1000637+xmas+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505419111303261442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Santa in my red's previous incarnation</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyJkQE4U8ekaLJBoOlA_dzLQKzk0roqToAV7GGPGIbuTyskZCpObW6JSxAEre8WKMMSxbTqLDCyYlwdt2-U0zFjY5ecVjjOVkkqyBYjX9_Y9crBDN4QtVYLGox0Gp2JAD4-6FrRvi-yZG/s1600/P1000636+tree+greetings.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXyJkQE4U8ekaLJBoOlA_dzLQKzk0roqToAV7GGPGIbuTyskZCpObW6JSxAEre8WKMMSxbTqLDCyYlwdt2-U0zFjY5ecVjjOVkkqyBYjX9_Y9crBDN4QtVYLGox0Gp2JAD4-6FrRvi-yZG/s320/P1000636+tree+greetings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505419103248387714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_HR3poloaKMQhfurtCKTZxV8i1A7btajF_pwQe2V3li5qMk0vr_5P04x244q6k3T_dmUCQTtiq9oqlP3BLID9O78KVoeVjkSs5tj2InbncKDM46iQWJiOXSUS6L2hYfUT8m0sL6YCo20/s1600/P1000570.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_HR3poloaKMQhfurtCKTZxV8i1A7btajF_pwQe2V3li5qMk0vr_5P04x244q6k3T_dmUCQTtiq9oqlP3BLID9O78KVoeVjkSs5tj2InbncKDM46iQWJiOXSUS6L2hYfUT8m0sL6YCo20/s320/P1000570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505412101161268770" border="0" /></a>A little bit of sewing. These 3 stitcheries were also from QFD's Christmas in July and are meant to be the centrepieces of 3 gift bags. I did the first in my fave variegated red (Anchor 1206), but it has since changed :(...the bright pink and deep wine colurs are more like brown and orange :(<br /><br />The last 2<br /><br />are using a gorgeous threadworx variegated yarn...I just loved the way the chrissy presents worked out :)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Barb (Theodore Cleave) & Marg Lowe (designs) at the Quilt and Craft Fair, Melbourne. It was great to meet them...sorry this is the only photo I have of the day</span><br /><br />It was lovely going to the fair with my sisters, but I missed out on a fair bit due to the size of the crowd on the first day...it just wore me down...I'll think I'll go later next time (not that I didn't get some goodies though, perhaps it was better for my wallet, especially as I had been doing a bit of online naughtiness hee hee hee<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfTbkWh6Q5xG0GdbdVefG8YXKRJD16Iw24UgkP1hPqyAg5f-gOsAk6I_0E2Nueq6MeT7usJg0kdJ6Sm9vi7lWbx1MfZoizhY4cUmcgtiXi2VTxDnHtx2z0s7_9i2wzwGrpQyPN_e_ecKW/s1600/P1000505C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPfTbkWh6Q5xG0GdbdVefG8YXKRJD16Iw24UgkP1hPqyAg5f-gOsAk6I_0E2Nueq6MeT7usJg0kdJ6Sm9vi7lWbx1MfZoizhY4cUmcgtiXi2VTxDnHtx2z0s7_9i2wzwGrpQyPN_e_ecKW/s320/P1000505C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432895342402914" border="0" /></a>Belated showings of lovelies I won in 2 separate giveaways earlier this year.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">These gorgeous variegated threads were hand dyed by Amanda Bergamin </span>and<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the ever-so cute cow is a wall hanging by Nina Lise Moen (who include some other beauties as you can see in the piccie below). </span><br /><br />You will be relieved to hear I have thanked these ladies much earlier...they are sooo late in being posted as I've been a little out of it (not an excuse, just why).<br />Its also <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUYWBz4jTTrPII_-8oLmZByLqf2gSHOyhnvZ32N5Y1-NsvQw7uKbqIVOkN-ja-_3nfJEo4S5cfJrnxY5sDUmBQOWSFU0syyPdwFPyeI1w_sxuhkhuUAqoSDlt-TqLVbo6afoz6gj9aCWN/s1600/P1000506C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXUYWBz4jTTrPII_-8oLmZByLqf2gSHOyhnvZ32N5Y1-NsvQw7uKbqIVOkN-ja-_3nfJEo4S5cfJrnxY5sDUmBQOWSFU0syyPdwFPyeI1w_sxuhkhuUAqoSDlt-TqLVbo6afoz6gj9aCWN/s320/P1000506C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505432905520834834" border="0" /></a>why I've been slack blogging and even reading blogs...all of which makes me feel somewhat disconnected, but I'm getting there :).... I will further add that although I have been negligent lately I have appreciated all the lovely comments that have been made.<br /><br />The decking is progressing as you can see below. Liam just loves it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTFJOhXApteskz6jvNp6VFoeajYriCf1kOgVtc2x-pAxnUDbocbjr4P2tXsNOC9ZnpIGtruaxEKTqbxtYiSPYVLGFVfxrvDEmZRM3-8EGqQEEDDQvlmNg48FQkFXmVrT7YF5sujYlsu7Z/s1600/P1000670.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQTFJOhXApteskz6jvNp6VFoeajYriCf1kOgVtc2x-pAxnUDbocbjr4P2tXsNOC9ZnpIGtruaxEKTqbxtYiSPYVLGFVfxrvDEmZRM3-8EGqQEEDDQvlmNg48FQkFXmVrT7YF5sujYlsu7Z/s320/P1000670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505423258118545922" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Q0-tpWMQ_ZRrZV6rye-LbsDO2AKUA9NidXj-qiqZfWMwP4-K6QS3j1_TjhX6erao7ZOU6s5UkN_AOk53xixfNBnQAl44czdGpYnQYiibMhliHAXunD9x6x6cOuk5aIkI2PHJ8D5c6paZ/s1600/P1000658R.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Q0-tpWMQ_ZRrZV6rye-LbsDO2AKUA9NidXj-qiqZfWMwP4-K6QS3j1_TjhX6erao7ZOU6s5UkN_AOk53xixfNBnQAl44czdGpYnQYiibMhliHAXunD9x6x6cOuk5aIkI2PHJ8D5c6paZ/s320/P1000658R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505423243529900930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">He's not even fully dressed yet :)</span><br /><br /><br />The decking after its first coat of paint...really only the top needed to be done at this stage, but we (well Mainly Kris) couldn't waste the lovely sun after the rain and hail of previous days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCusvWK9EV7_0dY2Bqo93rq1pQzfNEiaW8egUabSTbSyzveLee9UZEKILtKSqc7mmlEgKvz4BefqY1BVX_A582aie8cYuFsC1eXPkOERxCEnQySuJ7auGRe5fruSD5BdI_f1YaCKxaBnXH/s1600/WideViewBackDeck.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCusvWK9EV7_0dY2Bqo93rq1pQzfNEiaW8egUabSTbSyzveLee9UZEKILtKSqc7mmlEgKvz4BefqY1BVX_A582aie8cYuFsC1eXPkOERxCEnQySuJ7auGRe5fruSD5BdI_f1YaCKxaBnXH/s320/WideViewBackDeck.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505423262033734210" border="0" /></a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRs8DRppVsKJUjnf6C0PVgbcZm_A68uRojhjcpZY9fP8m7vNvutWjkAu0JnTNadhDYIzzceL66zIJ3t5BcqRI4Qorv_Uc6SV6NHNl8b_PEj8_K9RsqD7LkqbaDl4VBdanK0kaFDfL3LOd/s1600/P1000680R.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuRs8DRppVsKJUjnf6C0PVgbcZm_A68uRojhjcpZY9fP8m7vNvutWjkAu0JnTNadhDYIzzceL66zIJ3t5BcqRI4Qorv_Uc6SV6NHNl8b_PEj8_K9RsqD7LkqbaDl4VBdanK0kaFDfL3LOd/s320/P1000680R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505423246654222930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Stay well. Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-33643498025199605142010-08-01T12:00:00.000+10:002010-08-01T12:38:18.055+10:00August 1stIts the first day of August and a bit dark and dreary outside. Still only one more month of winter and yesterday was surprisingly warm and sunny. Not bad hey :). Its also Liam's birthday at the end of the month :)...a lovely end to winter.<br /><br />I've gone to my carer's exercise class now 3 times. The first time I was apprehensive...hey I've never been to a gym before :) I felt great after the class, though my legs waited 'til the still of the night to voice their rather loud protest at such treatment LOL. The following week, I was still uncertain and felt more tired (perhaps I tried harder...we are talking about me though :) and last week I was excited to go. Isn't that grand!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKiHkaEBwM_X4PV5hgkmQJQS__iN7-H71n-r2zHc9q1CjINlU4vbMVg73U24Kgq5GIYcYYnhQ0VgKYKICC0fvdHcqwuddLKiZpFg3TA6HfouX7r3LwwpJsaSRezoJXS95P6gLuteYca4Z/s1600/P1000484R.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKiHkaEBwM_X4PV5hgkmQJQS__iN7-H71n-r2zHc9q1CjINlU4vbMVg73U24Kgq5GIYcYYnhQ0VgKYKICC0fvdHcqwuddLKiZpFg3TA6HfouX7r3LwwpJsaSRezoJXS95P6gLuteYca4Z/s320/P1000484R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500259350278311922" border="0" /></a><br />On the home front we've been having a deck built...the post holes were all dug and we were chatting to our neighbours...4 adults making sure 4 children didn't go down a hole...so of course I just had to demonstrate what not to do in the name of public safety of course LOL.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">So here is well I fell.</span>..lucky really as the slope just fell away so I didn't have a sore head as I landed face done and I missed all the rocks. <br />I felt well.. rather silly really ;)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5E5oxWI2prKR8uv6ZWGtjHL6ciLgUhGHeYqEKiXpsAP87-JZm4R8rKLJrza4m9O3MDvXszCVcytHEBkKFRdWhtuJBGgkTGsnSkyeTp3sjRXqPlpnM1qGTRaPfNABTrPnMVlWQxCK6NTZ5/s1600/P1000510R.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5E5oxWI2prKR8uv6ZWGtjHL6ciLgUhGHeYqEKiXpsAP87-JZm4R8rKLJrza4m9O3MDvXszCVcytHEBkKFRdWhtuJBGgkTGsnSkyeTp3sjRXqPlpnM1qGTRaPfNABTrPnMVlWQxCK6NTZ5/s320/P1000510R.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500259357529310786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ49O2ZTUvtJRD9slbV5pO12D_ru19dsTWrBxYGxTRaLpKt0qqEdVam2UW8woIy77u7iQTh3NVyWNMDP7qwqVV0JXNP316o0p2jOskHNTPdhJYjNWfQX2QQUpg2ljaekm-2Hls3niqGDC/s1600/P1000512.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkZ49O2ZTUvtJRD9slbV5pO12D_ru19dsTWrBxYGxTRaLpKt0qqEdVam2UW8woIy77u7iQTh3NVyWNMDP7qwqVV0JXNP316o0p2jOskHNTPdhJYjNWfQX2QQUpg2ljaekm-2Hls3niqGDC/s320/P1000512.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500261606921986466" border="0" /></a>Kris built a rock wall...a good bit of recycling :). That area looks much much much better now...he did a really good job too...see all that time playing tetris didn't go to waste :D<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">The rock wall</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I took photos and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIki39VWuCX9vP7-TYeVUBpHqd_lPxDMGWmlA274TPASMjavs9wZAa3blajZHFva1AvKzTO9Qbla_5RSLXInSoUpSiyz1X_ASenjOpht5BF-v_nic5PEqzmshjcRL4_NkrrEg9UEQ1IeJh/s1600/P1000494RC.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIki39VWuCX9vP7-TYeVUBpHqd_lPxDMGWmlA274TPASMjavs9wZAa3blajZHFva1AvKzTO9Qbla_5RSLXInSoUpSiyz1X_ASenjOpht5BF-v_nic5PEqzmshjcRL4_NkrrEg9UEQ1IeJh/s320/P1000494RC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500259361680066258" border="0" /></a>Liam of course discovered his father's pepsi (Ahhhh pure caffeinated sugary cola...heaven for Liam). <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpNRfkPaZ3BYL6YKyiyNlqwhGqgeD6qrC6QyvDfTXZu_9AoMIDkF9ODq_UizOFncct540nSOyPs2RIfeOO4L67Sg7BI3jd4SxahMKAh_6NooDua4vkcTcQHwdsZBAJ7zp__5f6VN1METf/s1600/SV400003CR.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpNRfkPaZ3BYL6YKyiyNlqwhGqgeD6qrC6QyvDfTXZu_9AoMIDkF9ODq_UizOFncct540nSOyPs2RIfeOO4L67Sg7BI3jd4SxahMKAh_6NooDua4vkcTcQHwdsZBAJ7zp__5f6VN1METf/s320/SV400003CR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500259372161200018" border="0" /></a><br />He can be quite demanding and doesn't take into consideration such minor difficulties as the can may be empty (well usually its not) or you may be indisposed or asleep as this photo shows. As you can see my DH can sleep through most things.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmEG1xSOVLnelwSYvBKPOS9UvxGHb8BUmGm72XS2eKX8ELvk3EzvtJ3_wRe9eD64fZf5cQEbt3fxhWSg3CEuKhVCdToeaayoMcJd6uvvWIq_QWTpLW5MrUrJYJL5qezy5chnddBndcKus/s1600/P1000575.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicmEG1xSOVLnelwSYvBKPOS9UvxGHb8BUmGm72XS2eKX8ELvk3EzvtJ3_wRe9eD64fZf5cQEbt3fxhWSg3CEuKhVCdToeaayoMcJd6uvvWIq_QWTpLW5MrUrJYJL5qezy5chnddBndcKus/s320/P1000575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500261618080625810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;">Liam after coke/pepsi (doesn't care which). Note he cannot drink it directly from the can so he thoughtfully brings a cup as well :)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Liam surveying the work in progress last Sunday</span><br /><br /><br />I have also been stitching, but I haven't taken photos yet...will wait until it brightens up a bit.<br /><br /><br />I'll be back another day with more Christmas in July goodness...shame its over :( Thanks Sarah, you're a star.<br /><br />Lets all have a wonderful August. Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-51379027021735459082010-07-23T16:51:00.001+10:002010-07-23T18:12:37.221+10:00Andthen there was....Christmas in July<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACKgzsuC-Ag7JQxw0TkvWr3GTapPJUoE3tas303EYZQXZNJ6SOg_9SaqBuNBJIdIW1-WJ5TKxvVC8inNrpKzy7qlYtDtLDriH_swNhNBsEWhYXBsSbRXByI4Ng7OA858e936q5_zHqJfc/s1600/P1000503RC.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjACKgzsuC-Ag7JQxw0TkvWr3GTapPJUoE3tas303EYZQXZNJ6SOg_9SaqBuNBJIdIW1-WJ5TKxvVC8inNrpKzy7qlYtDtLDriH_swNhNBsEWhYXBsSbRXByI4Ng7OA858e936q5_zHqJfc/s320/P1000503RC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496996966490767954" border="0" /></a>Although our little man was born here on Mars and is, therefore, quite content and happy to be here, life on Mars is not always easy. There are times when you get homesick despite the beauty and fascination Mars offers. Then there are the supply and communication lines to worry about and the consequent red tape...how I hate red tape. These lines can be quite labyrinthine in their complexity so that even if you do get through to Earth you may not be in the right place or there's that never-ending dull music wearing you down. You can feel like those on Earth have forgotten you and that you need help or are too busy getting on with other things or just don't get it or think well you chose to live there...here have another form to fill out...have you had that assessment made...we'll get back to you. Oh NO! they've hung up...here we go again...we need a new wireless remote system that actually works. Slowly slowly it wears away.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Santa design by Natalie Bird</span></span> (this came pre-printed...perfect for someone who couldn't be bothered tracing LOL)<br /><br />Then all of a sudden a phone answers, the person is able to get back to you and my God something is going to happen...Woo Hoo...small victory it may be, but it feels good. And you find another connection that leads to an online quilting group with a reliable exchange. Suddenly things are not looking so bleak :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzs8O47BnWfeCtmc5zO3bavisl4uYg0JhNKZRor9NknYFoZWq-LZCU8CpIZIndi3R6MtYHFAy45DR_BftDdQP_SGApqqlQDFNAp_53OOakzWYsd2Y7MiNbBMzE5XSPyu1WsXeD1Px6qrD/s1600/P1000504C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuzs8O47BnWfeCtmc5zO3bavisl4uYg0JhNKZRor9NknYFoZWq-LZCU8CpIZIndi3R6MtYHFAy45DR_BftDdQP_SGApqqlQDFNAp_53OOakzWYsd2Y7MiNbBMzE5XSPyu1WsXeD1Px6qrD/s320/P1000504C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497001603415855522" border="0" /></a> I've been participating in Quilt Fabric Delights (QFD), Christmas in July and loving it. It has been fun and had really helped shift me out of my apathy. There's this lovely wall hanging by Gail Pan, a divine advent calender gorgeous stockings, xmas bags, a pincushion, trees, ornaments and much more. Whats more, I'll have no excuse for being disorganised for Christmas this year (knock on wood LOL)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Stitchery design by Gail Pan</span></span>...stitched with different variegated threads. I just lurve variegated threads :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVyc0UuyFThf3BoVfZT9WtULVVWXUnwKThjnxEtyfsNIubS51aknlFIY-ZNmSCZUg4x_y9yThDeyeQuktMon6_buR5NQoXKsxY5gLHQcvOqo_BoEPf9lkHaC53NSe8UGnFcoLu2Q6a8mf/s1600/P1000525C.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbVyc0UuyFThf3BoVfZT9WtULVVWXUnwKThjnxEtyfsNIubS51aknlFIY-ZNmSCZUg4x_y9yThDeyeQuktMon6_buR5NQoXKsxY5gLHQcvOqo_BoEPf9lkHaC53NSe8UGnFcoLu2Q6a8mf/s320/P1000525C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497001595530523554" border="0" /></a>Whats more I've joined an exercise group thats just for Earth expats like me :) Ahh I think I might go exploring again soon. Hey has the new breathing apparatus arrived yet!<br /><br /><br />Love and hugs to you all, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-84179962179239169182010-07-18T09:50:00.001+10:002010-07-18T15:38:18.963+10:00Debbie<span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE</span></span></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQFPnfL4T7BGhWwuYMWEr_hyphenhyphen7sH2nI4WITK39o3gaRPED2NwwrqoVcfSoNQ7VbsGZrCOr7V5ttgZkeX2s9ztLErO7j6nFVcDLg8MPGdD06ZKPt4vZRSLf9rMugIAm1sWtxiPWv6Mvpks0/s1600/Debbie+%28Reinach+c1969%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQFPnfL4T7BGhWwuYMWEr_hyphenhyphen7sH2nI4WITK39o3gaRPED2NwwrqoVcfSoNQ7VbsGZrCOr7V5ttgZkeX2s9ztLErO7j6nFVcDLg8MPGdD06ZKPt4vZRSLf9rMugIAm1sWtxiPWv6Mvpks0/s320/Debbie+%28Reinach+c1969%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495028335905289906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qWdcJc-t3kyVe-fvW2Kr0DiaSZh6RIa6DI_EeOaM4XaS0qmFqwNv73BLPu98LzcpxlWsRY5oi_aOrOsx51fbCyzzy_nUsNJ2MxeGKp4qRzpxfP-hOVyORdi2Th4D_x0tIkkU5biraHOl/s1600/Debbie+c2-3+%28c1965-6%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qWdcJc-t3kyVe-fvW2Kr0DiaSZh6RIa6DI_EeOaM4XaS0qmFqwNv73BLPu98LzcpxlWsRY5oi_aOrOsx51fbCyzzy_nUsNJ2MxeGKp4qRzpxfP-hOVyORdi2Th4D_x0tIkkU5biraHOl/s320/Debbie+c2-3+%28c1965-6%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495028313552593506" border="0" /></a>Today is my sister Debbie's birthday...I'm kinda using it to get blogging again :) Hopefully I can then move on and her birthday is certainly cause for celebration :)<br /><br />I am one of 3 sisters, Debbie being the middle one and Jenny the youngest. She is apparently, therefore, the most stable one and suffers from middle child syndrome (whatever that it :). She is certainly the peacemaker, the one everyone turns to when we need help. I think she was born with a maternal instinct :) We all love her dearly and would be lost without her. We (her family, even me LOL) <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvTxyFgt78VtCMGKbQtURaK-KwtqeZoa1daAQx1vPrEyO4-TEQ29dYuHlWPKkWPuNmbnCAtdu0xzYPCMYjEp85XzDidTFG_75By26J-eaDt9k6tcuKKJhg6lQOR3sFJKkpB1ng3EjWquN/s1600/Debbie+%26+Sharon+1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvTxyFgt78VtCMGKbQtURaK-KwtqeZoa1daAQx1vPrEyO4-TEQ29dYuHlWPKkWPuNmbnCAtdu0xzYPCMYjEp85XzDidTFG_75By26J-eaDt9k6tcuKKJhg6lQOR3sFJKkpB1ng3EjWquN/s320/Debbie+%26+Sharon+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495028321852376898" border="0" /></a>have occasionally gone to far, but she rarely snaps and tells us to just get on with it. Like my father we wonder what we did wrong on these rare occasions LOL and why did she snap...that is until we have calmed down. She also has trouble saying "no" and often finds herself up to her ears and more because of this....I mean there is only so much you can fit into the day. Actually in this she has perhaps changed little as I remember stories of her being so busy that she would forget to go to the loo...then a mad dash would ensue.<br />Of course we've had our "fights" and the twos<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Debbie and me</span><br /><br />against one...interestingly rarely was Debbie the one (most notably when she had the audacity to let some guy take up her time...she later married <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-W0UWZKGqY-u3684SwRU_pJBu8YIjSgy1e2_nluVrOpdpQfjSFzPDRg3J0hFCTMbh23tK-JvwRimjt4Y5dswDO5a58DA5l5hZEuK76NXCSSiiHTcE9Qywjjs2RCmaaeuw-efD-WUV5gE/s1600/Maureen,+Debbie,+Sharon+%26+John+Hersey+%28Deb%27s+christening%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-W0UWZKGqY-u3684SwRU_pJBu8YIjSgy1e2_nluVrOpdpQfjSFzPDRg3J0hFCTMbh23tK-JvwRimjt4Y5dswDO5a58DA5l5hZEuK76NXCSSiiHTcE9Qywjjs2RCmaaeuw-efD-WUV5gE/s320/Maureen,+Debbie,+Sharon+%26+John+Hersey+%28Deb%27s+christening%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495028328871820290" border="0" /></a>him and we've long got over it LOL) She was physically stronger that me and went through a stage of just picking me up and walking off with me...I soon learn't to carry on my converstions regardless.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mum, Debbie, me and Dad </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMagdcIhqBR2Dr2OCkZLF8wfAXByQl_aP6AbmrXLwikHu2YpruK9pE3OFoDuBIgb3RDYHdS4SXKDsSl3at9VhL3lGxksXjtrkTZI0-FCiHF5OQ-nPJFUJz9W0ANpUbWu80wn1yVs9qY2L/s1600/Debbie+%28Cuffley%29.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMagdcIhqBR2Dr2OCkZLF8wfAXByQl_aP6AbmrXLwikHu2YpruK9pE3OFoDuBIgb3RDYHdS4SXKDsSl3at9VhL3lGxksXjtrkTZI0-FCiHF5OQ-nPJFUJz9W0ANpUbWu80wn1yVs9qY2L/s320/Debbie+%28Cuffley%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495030929560801666" border="0" /></a>Though I do remember her asking me (with great concern) what you did about boys as they were stronger than her...not something she had had to deal with. I couldn't stop laughing (not very sensitive of me I know).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjlvrFVYUtl-N_Ty91oEJtPEqUqiy02V6VgnNJv8ROr5J3YYmF6AD19kfnd0fDw9oPwWZGVNGUbWWZ7dKTxgxRuJGFucwHMM1Iv0frpYPOuL8DX39zmZA5YHx5JZUWRsAY6YFlSXvXhj6/s1600/Maureen,+Jenny,+Sharon+%26+Debbie+%28Reinach%292.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMjlvrFVYUtl-N_Ty91oEJtPEqUqiy02V6VgnNJv8ROr5J3YYmF6AD19kfnd0fDw9oPwWZGVNGUbWWZ7dKTxgxRuJGFucwHMM1Iv0frpYPOuL8DX39zmZA5YHx5JZUWRsAY6YFlSXvXhj6/s320/Maureen,+Jenny,+Sharon+%26+Debbie+%28Reinach%292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495030916768353746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Mum, Jenny, me and Debbie</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHEJz3W2bRwnWahgC2HAaGit6lHXg1lWtob8IEowhmCI-N9avMtfYMWOXjmkzCujtc1s75F-4-2seOgGCRp3nTDtWYmjGFLeS1LfzXBjkQ7vSaRVUana3iCkeH4QNarK5OhSGpTTOgq2w/s1600/Sharon,+Jenny+%26+Debbie+1971+1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsHEJz3W2bRwnWahgC2HAaGit6lHXg1lWtob8IEowhmCI-N9avMtfYMWOXjmkzCujtc1s75F-4-2seOgGCRp3nTDtWYmjGFLeS1LfzXBjkQ7vSaRVUana3iCkeH4QNarK5OhSGpTTOgq2w/s320/Sharon,+Jenny+%26+Debbie+1971+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495030924469339650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Me, Jenny and Debbie (below; taken shortly before we moved to Australia)<br /><br /><br /></span>My sister has always been clever with her hands. She has made dolls, teddy bears, done collages, cross-stitch, made clothes and costumes, patchwork etc. All very pinchable LOL...ahhh!! Her latest obsession is papercraft and she makes the most divine cards. She is responsible for me doing both folkart and patchwork...though the cheeky girl has moved on LOL<br />Jenny is also a crafter, and although she has little time for it, we all love going to the odd craft show together. Looking forward to that soon :)<br /><br />Well Debs, I hope I haven't embarrassed you too much...I did say the photos were old. I'll give you a big hug when I see you...ok I know that isn't unusual.<br /><br />Have a wonderful day XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOOXOXOX<br /><br />love SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-50803160737304969682010-06-09T17:31:00.000+10:002010-06-10T16:29:30.623+10:00HAPPY BIRTHDAYS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUjpNByQNe-7zqYyhJXUj95u9uqE-iD8GVzQD2sy3YzmA0ZhhNv5E0cz-4LduXC7NdPIiQ8ElDyAo0nHE4vuoK_MVstpgSei3o94X7lKfnTC7uSE0ctPPtwTn1j9kLJPlZDXgvn19jV7e/s1600/04Adam+Nov+1984.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUjpNByQNe-7zqYyhJXUj95u9uqE-iD8GVzQD2sy3YzmA0ZhhNv5E0cz-4LduXC7NdPIiQ8ElDyAo0nHE4vuoK_MVstpgSei3o94X7lKfnTC7uSE0ctPPtwTn1j9kLJPlZDXgvn19jV7e/s320/04Adam+Nov+1984.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478485263846714722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Adam: he was such a gorgeous little boy </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjk5jkx-F3YDh97tF0Cgg5CrgTJetfwY6dL9OgbSYJfOaMpjuqZoyhN-7pogyOuvFiQouIdQ6Urv8XaK4K5XMT4zWIC4v5JZKc54hzG87swFWhqImOaQrsldpAQ9ZBea3A_mvCWqLL8SyR/s1600/08+Adam+Sept+1986.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjk5jkx-F3YDh97tF0Cgg5CrgTJetfwY6dL9OgbSYJfOaMpjuqZoyhN-7pogyOuvFiQouIdQ6Urv8XaK4K5XMT4zWIC4v5JZKc54hzG87swFWhqImOaQrsldpAQ9ZBea3A_mvCWqLL8SyR/s320/08+Adam+Sept+1986.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478485274238464338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On Wednesday June 2nd (this post has been going in fits and starts) we celebrated a double birthday. Our eldest son was born on DH's 21st birthday...to his amazement (DH that is), I was upset that I hadn't had a chance to buy him a birthday present LOL. Silly me.<br />Even at 21, I didn't believe in love at first sight...I was sooo wrong. My first sight of my son filled me with an overwhelming rush of love...Wow...who would have thought...me, who thought I didn't have a maternal bone in my body :) Kris was very relieved, he thought I would give birth...then my part would be over as far as I was concerned :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOkxdIgGpxIznfJBruMiOftPDPL9B2n_6Vk5rh4vcGS64HS8eJkvfM4fU0R8Sr0jEBVX2i2Ithh3E7_ObccEQWHyfasP7S8etntvfN9LhGfFbfYTj5A_3WIqk1uoteZ6TvNz6Alb0HW2y/s1600/051_FEIGL.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOkxdIgGpxIznfJBruMiOftPDPL9B2n_6Vk5rh4vcGS64HS8eJkvfM4fU0R8Sr0jEBVX2i2Ithh3E7_ObccEQWHyfasP7S8etntvfN9LhGfFbfYTj5A_3WIqk1uoteZ6TvNz6Alb0HW2y/s320/051_FEIGL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947989855658130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Adam, still gorgeous :)</span><br /><br />Adam is an absolute sweetheart, even if he won't let me tickle him anymore and retaliates by tickling me back...I ask you is that fair :). He's usually (except when he first got his license or perhaps when he's competing against his brother) been sensible and responsible. In primary school, we got caught up in traffic and arrived home after they did...he had left a message on our door saying he and his brother were at a friends' house further down the street. As a matter of fact Kris and I have often thought he's more mature that we are :D How many times have I seen that "Yes Mother" look when he thinks I'm said something silly like I'm not old enough to have you, when clearly he is here :D, but then he has been mistaken for my little brother and on one memorable occasion when Kris and Simon were away as my toyboy...he was not amused to say the least...and I have to confess this was quite a while ago, though his lack of amusement was funny....now I suspect when we are with him, people wonder who Liam's parents are...I feel almost like an instant granny then LOL<br />When he was a baby he had the most gorgeous pout (shhhh don't tell anyone, but Naomi says he still has it :D). He does have a lovely wife :) His relationship with his brother has had its typical ups and downs as they've grown up. From the infamous "but Simon...", which started shortly after Simon's birth to his surprise at how much he missed his brother when he moved out and went to Sydney. Adam loves coming home to Melbourne, and though he loves to see us all particularly his baby brother, Simon is Melbourne's biggest drawcard :) I look look forward to seeing him or hearing his voice on the phone.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwhRydbp7UnSKsrcZXnDoeObkDifF-zUYiY-zbgAc7Z5ZZD8gQDzbzQEDPFhOl6Y_3kfK2dn7zbdfZoDZo0gu5xFFE-dxNLe-Oh_YENI28Q8hho-6IT_-kXkSYI4qq5zQA_5fZrTL9yrs/s1600/IMG_2675.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixwhRydbp7UnSKsrcZXnDoeObkDifF-zUYiY-zbgAc7Z5ZZD8gQDzbzQEDPFhOl6Y_3kfK2dn7zbdfZoDZo0gu5xFFE-dxNLe-Oh_YENI28Q8hho-6IT_-kXkSYI4qq5zQA_5fZrTL9yrs/s320/IMG_2675.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947980724247778" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Adam, Simon, Beth and Kris, Blue Mountains 2010</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyqeEAWdUDoTnxKbC7mzYx4AYDp-Nv-uLUyBj53pYCRZSykja0fHyEzmkDd5F7RjGRpjj8WeAJhdY7YOr5qzr5pdrwsb1lGN2aaanv__9oBmOlZH1w-QPiDl1FDd6NeBWrokihUWMxr0Z/s1600/352_FEIGL.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqyqeEAWdUDoTnxKbC7mzYx4AYDp-Nv-uLUyBj53pYCRZSykja0fHyEzmkDd5F7RjGRpjj8WeAJhdY7YOr5qzr5pdrwsb1lGN2aaanv__9oBmOlZH1w-QPiDl1FDd6NeBWrokihUWMxr0Z/s320/352_FEIGL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480993563330610770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Kris<br /><br /></span>Oh damm and blast it...blogger has lost half of my post and I cannot remember what I wrote...it wouldn't save and it wouldn't post and the net is superslow cos a certain person went mad on downloading and we are capped at snails pace...Should I complain when its a post saying how much I appreciate him and I do...we have a wonderful computer, he's always updating it and frequently sorts out my problems with it too, but....Well you cannot live with someone and never have them drive you mad. Someone I once knew someone who said that even his (her husband's breathing) was driving her mad at the moment LOL. BTW, I've just reread this and I hope you realise its not just the computer I appreciate him for.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ho4gKydY7D_5_6Sj2yB4b52J_szlVUKbTA3cPFzIebpH7PzpAhqRQ43aHQzAxuoFiGOwjnFHXYYgh2hPtEoTUypQsqmktvmtYQiRQwljdrJxs6T3k20IDd95ya10DM6q_-v_2u1UgK8C/s1600/528_FEIGL.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ho4gKydY7D_5_6Sj2yB4b52J_szlVUKbTA3cPFzIebpH7PzpAhqRQ43aHQzAxuoFiGOwjnFHXYYgh2hPtEoTUypQsqmktvmtYQiRQwljdrJxs6T3k20IDd95ya10DM6q_-v_2u1UgK8C/s320/528_FEIGL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947998675455170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Kris & I congratulating Adam on his wedding day LOL</span><br /><br />Kris and I have been married for 28 years...in that time I've decided women only nag because men don't listen, men like to be appreciated for picking up a everything, but for women its expected and women are the stronger sex, because they keep going even when they are sick, whereas men are dying LOL. Now I'm sure its just a sniffle and if he's sooo sick why is he on the computer LOL. Now I'm sure I drive him crazy too, but on the whole things are good. He's funny, bright and cuddly and passionate about flight simulator and anything else he's interested in...like Simon he doesn't do things by halves...also like Simon (maybe worse), when he doesn't like something or is not interested you know about it. He has always been great with the boys, whom he adores...as a matter of fact he is doing a musicking therapy programme with Liam today :) Our children are his pride and joy (and mine too :)) Though he did experience some difficulty letting them go as they grew up as Adam can best attest :)<br />As for me, perhaps my favourite times are when we are having a chat...preferably in bed at the end of the day when Liam is asleep...its so warm and comfortable and intimate :) I miss him just thinking about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MscYOjmDuuQkvfGlXu3Cs_73gWmV_tgmA_iIE0q-uj-51-QdvUB_4W3ymM3K1zdDoNDcNvnpNwhP_AT5v07k0mbAj35cdi5uXHr97IRT6LY0BVAwGT9A9uy098osEiKGjA3U3O8pKXnE/s1600/IMG_2682.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3MscYOjmDuuQkvfGlXu3Cs_73gWmV_tgmA_iIE0q-uj-51-QdvUB_4W3ymM3K1zdDoNDcNvnpNwhP_AT5v07k0mbAj35cdi5uXHr97IRT6LY0BVAwGT9A9uy098osEiKGjA3U3O8pKXnE/s320/IMG_2682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478490930362430866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Latest photo of the 5 of us...as you can see Liam was not in the mood and he doesn't ever fake it :D</span><br /><br />We got Naomi to take this photo while we were all in Sydney at the last minute of course :)<br /><br />Happiest times are together<br /><br />Lots of love, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-79963257302860353202010-06-01T08:15:00.000+10:002010-06-01T19:56:13.699+10:00Giveaway WinnerWell better late than never I guess....I couldn't seem to get the random.org widget working on my page...<br />I went to the site...chose a colour layout, copied the code and pasted onto a post I was preparing (looked like gobblydook to me; so I previewed it....cool...inserted numbers, but would it save...NO! Arrgggghhh.<br />So after a few more tries, I decided to make use of Liam random....but he arrived home from school somewhat out of sorts....it didn't help that I had lost track of time, suddenly saw it was 4.03 pm(he arrives about 4.00pm ish)...had to turn off the stove (well he has arrived over 10 mins later than this). Saw the bus as soon as I got to the steps. Oopppps am I in trouble with the little one. He was a little sullen...knocked over a couple of dining table chairs and got all tearful. My fault really :(<br />He was also hungry ( not a mood improver). He was better about 5 mins later, but still a trifle unstable, so I decided not to risk Liam random.org<br />BTW it didn't stop him having a party in the middle of the night...he was quite cold when he got into bed with us and wasted no time burrowing into its depths. He was Mr. Snoozy this morning...he suckle snoozed his milk, I dressed him in bed...then transferred him to Daddy...where he snuggled in and started snoring. Still he seemed happy enough to get up and go to school.<br /><br />I've just gone to the random.org site, put in me numbers and generated the winning number.<br />Anyway without further ado the winner is <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Comment No#5</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ok will just check who this is :) <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Angelina</span></span></span> said... <dl class="avatar-comment-indent" id="comments-block"><dd class="comment-body pid-639484067" id="Blog1_cmt-8154056598097308867"> <p> yes, congrats to you. blogging is fun. living in a country with little personal connections, i feel blogging is a social outlet for myself.<br />xx <span class="interaction-iframe-guide"></span> </p> </dd><dd class="comment-footer"> <span class="comment-timestamp"> <a href="http://stitchesonmars.blogspot.com/2010/05/blogaversary-giveawaywell-1-year-1.html?showComment=1274614331851#c8154056598097308867" title="comment permalink"> May 23, 2010 4:32 AM </a> <span class="item-control blog-admin pid-639484067"> <a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=7597306238879672052&postID=8154056598097308867" title="Delete Comment"> <img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/icon_delete13.gif" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/delete-comment.g?blogID=7597306238879672052&postID=8154056598097308867" title="Delete Comment"> </a> </span> </span> </dd></dl><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"></span></span><br /></span>So Angelina if you send me your snail address this lovely kit will be winging its way to you.<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-21324353572374754092010-05-29T11:03:00.000+10:002010-05-30T13:15:32.287+10:0025<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:180%;">TWENTY-FIVE YEARS</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPFkgpr9ql06nsms40tWLnlDX_u-4nCDBKIfYqfdPI7zY1lMD-1NqKezsRxfk9rpKcCDMIAFzKq1NKwaB7bxQ7oDuOfjs3omts7zPNECV-2rTSKAyMQ6M10aLwOBJFQ5sw4TIpjw0hpU4/s1600/27+Simon+1996.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPFkgpr9ql06nsms40tWLnlDX_u-4nCDBKIfYqfdPI7zY1lMD-1NqKezsRxfk9rpKcCDMIAFzKq1NKwaB7bxQ7oDuOfjs3omts7zPNECV-2rTSKAyMQ6M10aLwOBJFQ5sw4TIpjw0hpU4/s320/27+Simon+1996.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476873265733939634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmb4xgcC5Mxt06ZV90XhZUvBoPjnueN-tcqntVZ7HL0EDjuvEO1JdTLlLk74ctsnhY-mRm2xwjUR_dFgcGBtKDPE8cpqhSclEAmi-tEz6VJ-037fZNYCc8B-mrWipWEAFLl0-i3hKoze0/s1600/19B+Simon+1991.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLmb4xgcC5Mxt06ZV90XhZUvBoPjnueN-tcqntVZ7HL0EDjuvEO1JdTLlLk74ctsnhY-mRm2xwjUR_dFgcGBtKDPE8cpqhSclEAmi-tEz6VJ-037fZNYCc8B-mrWipWEAFLl0-i3hKoze0/s320/19B+Simon+1991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476873258326547682" border="0" /></a>Gosh its hard to believe that this young man, about to be married, a marketing manager, new home owner is that cheeky little boy with the messiest room (except perhaps my craft room...well maybe not as his room was a bit of a black hole LOL). Perhaps thats why he lost so many things :). I know, I had to replace them, find them and clean up his room when he vacated...though I miss him too :)<br />A teacher once asked to see one of his parents about his lack of organizational skills (that didn't work out so well as DH fell asleep on the couch instead of going....needless to say she never asked again :D)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It has been a wonderful 25 years though. He's made me laugh and made me cry (sometimes joy and <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqys_6ZbjgxfpHx5wROZaCHu7OvsZNOa3gZxMbBZD0Bcx6-vPPVNMmx5Ac1X9wdmC6FAJnCgbfJ302zQf6-IVaYziZTLzXs7X_icxRuPEl3BaiLAb-Pugd3DlS4fz6Zyvm0zm0tQ1R2Gwr/s1600/SimonDegree.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqys_6ZbjgxfpHx5wROZaCHu7OvsZNOa3gZxMbBZD0Bcx6-vPPVNMmx5Ac1X9wdmC6FAJnCgbfJ302zQf6-IVaYziZTLzXs7X_icxRuPEl3BaiLAb-Pugd3DlS4fz6Zyvm0zm0tQ1R2Gwr/s320/SimonDegree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476873250747086098" border="0" /></a>sometimes anger too). He's very intelligent, affectionate, sensitive, passionate and charming (fortunately a lot more than he realises) and sometimes thats half the trouble as he cruised through school and uni. His prep teacher said that you just couldn't stay mad with him for long and people have often been drawn to him because of his passion. When he is interested in something ( be it sport, music or some other task) it is wholeheartedly, if not well .... We used to call him Bruce (McAcvaney, a sports commentator) as he has an almost encyclopaedic <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqE128US4IVH-u_59r2Sr4yp_t_AmOYi7KH_PhPvu37q4QIG3-7lF44CHTjEfu6dNbUVQvBbHQ48IgT2PU1-RGFRrPuZG30HdYprztkBzyXWrT8DIjIcRgLRs4M6pR6QCXoAcKeRub0l9/s1600/SimonOlympics2000.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqE128US4IVH-u_59r2Sr4yp_t_AmOYi7KH_PhPvu37q4QIG3-7lF44CHTjEfu6dNbUVQvBbHQ48IgT2PU1-RGFRrPuZG30HdYprztkBzyXWrT8DIjIcRgLRs4M6pR6QCXoAcKeRub0l9/s320/SimonOlympics2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476877893146854930" border="0" /></a>knowledge of sports of interest (tennis & F1 especially). The highlight of his time with the Olympic band in Sydney 2000 was "I stood next to the second fastest man in the world and got to speak to Andrew Gaze (Australian basketballer)...he was pumped. This passion has extended itself into the work arena as well.<br />And how many tennis racquets did he break?! :)...he was always a bit a a perfectionist when it came to his sport...frequently managing to defeat himself in the process. I threatened to disqualify him once and then introduced a fine system...if he lost his temper too many times he had to buy me a book...what do I get he asked...you get to not buy me a book LOL. He got into remote control racing, even getting sponsorship and travelling overseas and entertaining the crowd between events at the Commonwealth games in Melbourne (Mum! it felt great having this huge stadium cheer on my remote car...) He also wrote articles in a remote control car racing magazine and set up a web site. On the funny side, on one trip to an interstate meet, rather odd noises were coming from the toilet....he was cleaning an engine as well as....... :D<br />He has listened to me when I've been in tears, he has changed Liam's nappy: once rescuing his brother and Naomi in the process (Adam had torn of the side tabs), he has got cross and worried with us when we haven't let him know where we are or he cannot communicate with us (most famously with his brother and SIL when they were on their honeymoon LOL).<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHMDfTxRVtotJ8WiJlGccaDXYfYQjaWgOmb_GK4Z_uiiq9OTYrzJM94lMB246Z-oTnKP4HVQ0eMrn9DM1xiVUMo8UYqO6B2K06-0wDdrSve5qRs3JOSY02NYa147Y1Yn-okhi5kkIaa6X/s1600/DSC_2180.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaHMDfTxRVtotJ8WiJlGccaDXYfYQjaWgOmb_GK4Z_uiiq9OTYrzJM94lMB246Z-oTnKP4HVQ0eMrn9DM1xiVUMo8UYqO6B2K06-0wDdrSve5qRs3JOSY02NYa147Y1Yn-okhi5kkIaa6X/s320/DSC_2180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476877903623933266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Beth, Simon, Adam & Naomi at the Blue Mountains (Easter 2010)<br /></span><br />I remember when the boys were little and had been fighting...I would stop them and demand they tell me 10 things that were good about their brother...there was usually stony silence, then we had to reduce the number of things they had to say (they were now allies :). Eventually they got sneaky saying "he has me for a brother" :D<br />Of course now that they both have mature brains (apparently brains do not mature until you are 25 LOL) they have no problems admitting how important they are to each other :).<br /><br />Naturally Kris and I adore them, warts and all :)<br /><br /><br />BTW, I haven't forgotten the giveaway...will do it on Sunday my time as I just wanted to do this post first...hopefully Google won't let me down as it won't save.<br /><br />Give your children a hug whenever they let you :)<br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-91910246207382826002010-05-16T10:09:00.000+10:002010-05-16T22:15:22.112+10:00Blogaversary Giveaway...well 1 year, 1 month and 1day LOL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34jWpYghohyphenhyphenV0BCyY4X9LJ14ou0q56pOzEM_VJ2ZkyQYtX_UmXYi2rc288y2357Lqp_U8Ke7GjgHXuQ05agTaBr7Fw2sPFhauanHr3QdDyIAJ-xgTItgIV7Vo_A1BkFeJQvtD6kbZIkgC/s1600/SV400101crop.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg34jWpYghohyphenhyphenV0BCyY4X9LJ14ou0q56pOzEM_VJ2ZkyQYtX_UmXYi2rc288y2357Lqp_U8Ke7GjgHXuQ05agTaBr7Fw2sPFhauanHr3QdDyIAJ-xgTItgIV7Vo_A1BkFeJQvtD6kbZIkgC/s320/SV400101crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471724950211261282" border="0" /></a>This is a piccie of my giveaway... its a pincushion kit, that was part of the pincushion of the month club a couple of years ago. I love the material, the ribbon and the especially the little rose pin that goes on top (seriously thought about keeping it :), but it doesn't really fit my personality...I'm not a prettily, softly pink and green female...in fact I rarely even wear a dress or skirt (poor Kris LOL)....so I thought it should go to a more deserving home. Just leave a message here if you are interested :)<br /><br /><br /><br />Just over a year ago I started my blog...I had mentioned (in passing) being interested in doing one to my younger sister. Fatal mistake LOL...next thing I knew she had me on the computer...saying well what do you want to call it... :). My sister doesn't allow me to procrastinate over stuff she thinks will benefit me...and she is sooo right. For although I can be a little careless at times, blogging has been wonderful for me. I have met some fabulous people and I can honestly say blogland is on the whole a wonderfully generous, supportive and inspiring land. It allowed me to connect and re-connect to people again. And laugh...some of you are soooo funny. What can be better than laughter, inspiration and friendship!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsrQsiWe1dtP9tXz8tTI6GyGRFmMvsM2U9xpvaUiQ2bJVVuGGDBon_EBgQxOUgXpiEdTM-Q66INTnt7_zIU5-UQ93FZYhcG04iTh5MA35almN56DjVwgcTU503f-uF-CA242lnlD1gn6P/s1600/SV400104.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsrQsiWe1dtP9tXz8tTI6GyGRFmMvsM2U9xpvaUiQ2bJVVuGGDBon_EBgQxOUgXpiEdTM-Q66INTnt7_zIU5-UQ93FZYhcG04iTh5MA35almN56DjVwgcTU503f-uF-CA242lnlD1gn6P/s320/SV400104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471724948927978242" border="0" /></a>Is been a big year for me...blogging being one of the best, Liam started school (and he loves it), Adam and Simon bought their first homes and I've even got a social life again YEAH. Then there's been the little things...a new lounge suite (does anyone know how annoying it is not to have a couch to lie on for a months), a new oven (we hadn't had one for a year or so after the one we had failed...we needed it for Christmas dinner), Liam's trampoline (it only sat in its box for 5 or 6 months). Adam noted on his last visit home that it had been the most change he had seen here for<br />years LOL And next year, according to the child I on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpMhd6L3bjaXjWaeszookN_etBngLlygUCNdhteu5ODFwjIMcOEhPEJrMvimPN8-qKd8wthv5EBstWcvxVZXJddlT3yeLRwcSmrnC7su3UzYE9a4I5q_DAXdxinDShnG9zjevrs-8E6wY/s1600/SV400110.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpMhd6L3bjaXjWaeszookN_etBngLlygUCNdhteu5ODFwjIMcOEhPEJrMvimPN8-qKd8wthv5EBstWcvxVZXJddlT3yeLRwcSmrnC7su3UzYE9a4I5q_DAXdxinDShnG9zjevrs-8E6wY/s320/SV400110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471724939679888258" border="0" /></a>ce was, I will be officially "old"... think I will have to review that...it always seemed so far away before. Hey I'm not even a grandmother yet...shhhhdon't let the boys hear me say that...I jokingly asked Simon if I should put an order in for one for my next birthday...tee hee hee. Thought better of teasing Adam though. Afterall I do have Liam :D<br />BTW...as you can see Liam likes the trampoline, especially if Kris or me is in there too...not to mention the good looking (eye contact) we get :)<br /><br />Hope you all have had a fun year,<br /><br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-18899108583531526412010-05-10T16:27:00.000+10:002010-05-11T14:53:13.574+10:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzurPUbCnbznLswfwYVKZZFXYXiPT15vfa4UszCiOrngpPWNMhnf8AtS_w9wpVwbvdzKJqRPU4GC_WXOmk_84_0YSAn4rkSM7aTuD-7IdTdvaenR4NzTxcmVIKboNTb6KmMEGJba9DIqm9/s1600/Sharon+1962+1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzurPUbCnbznLswfwYVKZZFXYXiPT15vfa4UszCiOrngpPWNMhnf8AtS_w9wpVwbvdzKJqRPU4GC_WXOmk_84_0YSAn4rkSM7aTuD-7IdTdvaenR4NzTxcmVIKboNTb6KmMEGJba9DIqm9/s320/Sharon+1962+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469524840300669090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FtanEMc6NThO91JBlvH383UNZtAhO4EA9_S2ecE3g9OAcQlDvf8L7quK08ocfD24_LxIVxwvxXapvfEdBTb5AZ9vFFAGpK70VtAxiEMRBDaPa05bW9stpwSnr0LkT9ynzPzf6-zDEcR-/s1600/Sharon+%285wks%29+%26+Maureen.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8FtanEMc6NThO91JBlvH383UNZtAhO4EA9_S2ecE3g9OAcQlDvf8L7quK08ocfD24_LxIVxwvxXapvfEdBTb5AZ9vFFAGpK70VtAxiEMRBDaPa05bW9stpwSnr0LkT9ynzPzf6-zDEcR-/s320/Sharon+%285wks%29+%26+Maureen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469524831541135970" border="0" /></a><br />Once upon a time in a far distant land, on May 10th, a little girl was born. Here she is at one and at 5 weeks with her mother.<br /><br />Over time she ended up on the far side of the planet. She has had good days and mad days and sad days and trips to Mars and other adventures along the way. Did I mention dogs, birds, friends, fish, sisters, sons and a husband (not necessarily in that order :). She is loved and loves (sometimes her family think she overdoes the affection...one son tried to put her on a hug ration...he would have loved a finish box LOL).... and experienced devastating loss and wild joy.<br />She has started a blog...and neglected it, managed to miss her blogaversary (well where did April go? ...then seemed to not know where to start and had her camera lost (I blame himself...he says it was my camera ergo....lets not go there, its gone gone gone).<br />Today started with an extended koala snuggle from my little love, and emails from my sister and eldest son. I hadn't expected Adam to do that, so I felt quite touched. It continued with a day out with my beloved. Simon& Beth brought over dinner last night for Mothers Day and my birthday. Its been a good day.<br /><br />BTW, I will sort out the blogaversary....how about I year and one month....just need a camera for the giveaway :)<br /><br />Hugs, Sharon<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Edit. I won a giveaway today...hows that for perfect timing. I won a gorgeous Moo quilt from the talented Nina Lise. You can find her <a href="http://mrsmoen.blogspot.com/">here</a>...she well worth a look :)<br /></span>Sharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7597306238879672052.post-27766083469499544802010-04-01T09:47:00.000+11:002010-04-01T09:53:41.364+11:00Ladybirds and cars<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVm4gLUREheG4XPXrzNtHFbr3hrxELcpwRiDvnNZTgA427krCPDS2r53IZCXOqoxlS0nLPusUyC_zRslKgcTWN6DCo3GG3GvnZ0TlL_p2X0wcEMhatBamFsT5Ds-L05OlKvWuDXjqdwbze/s1600/P1000424+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVm4gLUREheG4XPXrzNtHFbr3hrxELcpwRiDvnNZTgA427krCPDS2r53IZCXOqoxlS0nLPusUyC_zRslKgcTWN6DCo3GG3GvnZ0TlL_p2X0wcEMhatBamFsT5Ds-L05OlKvWuDXjqdwbze/s320/P1000424+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934634662425970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPRXWwE66ZZQsi_-MYUwdJ1Ygsu3a7Xnl3KvST4hyphenhyphenCOuufl-oPIxIDtJFG_lj3auGtlmvXWaAegaVjqanZPPVMMsTKc_Kpp65NU4OWGG1eoxSS_QN4ihOdSOF8H_R1CIepd1gsIjEEBO0/s1600/P1000422+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBPRXWwE66ZZQsi_-MYUwdJ1Ygsu3a7Xnl3KvST4hyphenhyphenCOuufl-oPIxIDtJFG_lj3auGtlmvXWaAegaVjqanZPPVMMsTKc_Kpp65NU4OWGG1eoxSS_QN4ihOdSOF8H_R1CIepd1gsIjEEBO0/s320/P1000422+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934629809668562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4I8LEvxY3v7vcuYr_0Gp-VOJpf5cfz8jB43UnnapCznZEghLjffZOXMZo6c4MHsNaK_9JB1fSESjsulY5xmw4o8JcdCh9Y_5QKsf03ZmQ1nw-mo8ZHKaHAhvgO4egC0SgRpx8LqWga7U/s1600/P1000416.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4I8LEvxY3v7vcuYr_0Gp-VOJpf5cfz8jB43UnnapCznZEghLjffZOXMZo6c4MHsNaK_9JB1fSESjsulY5xmw4o8JcdCh9Y_5QKsf03ZmQ1nw-mo8ZHKaHAhvgO4egC0SgRpx8LqWga7U/s320/P1000416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934623380254594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9Gy9tHqnFw49wV2gaGDi1wceWdF31KioyWi9hb8zppQwRhapP-zfZpI21vAfVSjZhsZ2zf7Y6djI4vgtidy4JPDHxNpggj86Yw6noFRJUJRX-T5_QGy8wZoJGKp4hlzetXLYHt0swnbM/s1600/P1000425+2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9Gy9tHqnFw49wV2gaGDi1wceWdF31KioyWi9hb8zppQwRhapP-zfZpI21vAfVSjZhsZ2zf7Y6djI4vgtidy4JPDHxNpggj86Yw6noFRJUJRX-T5_QGy8wZoJGKp4hlzetXLYHt0swnbM/s320/P1000425+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454934615004277650" border="0" /></a><br />I thought I would share some photos I took of Liam watching the Grand Prix.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And this is what I am working on at the moment...I hand stitch on the applique pieces so this is keeping me busy.<br /><br />Have a lovely Easter everyone,<br />Hugs, SharonSharon (Stitches on Mars)http://www.blogger.com/profile/06362923463315689802noreply@blogger.com10