Monday, 7 May 2012


Don't you love spending two and a half hours in the car with your children when you are driving from one side of the state to the other and are potentially late for a very important date? Yesterday morning our children licked and bit and kissed each other and slept and cried over the sad ending of a book in what was to be dubbed 'the car of torture' en route to a christening in Launceston:

Destination - my old school chapel, scene of many a schoolday misdemeanour - hello out there Janey,  remember when we broke the chapel bell by swinging on the rope? Of course it was a long time ago now and is quickly being swallowed up in the mists of time.

Christening's are such beautiful, happy and hopeful celebrations:

And afterwards there was a fabulous party complete with bubbly, delicious lunch and cake as far as the eye could see. Is it just me or do you get a frisson of excitement drinking bubbly while the sun is shining? As a parent it has to be the last word in decadence....non? So far removed from the everyday.

Look at my girls working the room.

And here's T1 and T2:

They had never clapped eyes on each other until yesterday, yet both share the same name, were born within a couple of months of each other and uncannily both were kitted out by their mummies in almost  identical outfits. Needless to say, they were instant friends in only the way you can be when you are four and there is Nutella Fairy Bread to be had.

And then we had to turn around and drive home.


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