Woodland Antics

This is a Happy Belated Anniversary post. {Our 8th wedding anniversary was on the 7th of this month.} An anniversary I'm certain we will never ever forget. xo {2004} I can't help but feel we're living a storybook kind of romance. One without end. He would do anything for me and I him. He's gentle with my heart and I his. He still opens my car door and in return I reach over and open his. We still kiss and hold hands in public. Just last week he made me a mixed CD and I listen to it every moment I'm in the car and dream of him. It's something a young couple would do, but we're still doing it, even after 8 years of marriage. My favorite part of it all is Reed & Fiona are witness to all of this.  This is what they know marriage and love as.  I hope they'll expect nothing less in their lives. {I have to admit I'm sometimes a little hesitant to write how great our love is on a public space. Does it seem like I'm brag

 Life Begins At The End Of Your Comfort Zone..... {Scienceworks Museum}

This morning at school assembly Reed received STUDENT OF THE WEEK!  captured by the mobile He told his teacher he was "so surprised!" One look at him and we all knew he was so incredibly proud. He should be. He's a truly great kid!   That was the best part of my morning. The worst... saying goodbye to our rooster. He started crowing last week.   Indicating the time had come to bring him to the farm.  (both literally and figuratively) I took a few pictures to remember him by. We never gave him a name. Knowing his destiny, it didn't seem right. He had a great life with us. Plus, he was a mama's boy....    does it get any better than that? We love you "Rooster" such a handsome guy And some from when they were just days old... As I was driving to the farm I passed a McDonalds. It made me chuckle as I thought of something Fiona said this weekend. I was craving Macca's

*I swear I'm going to find the time soon to update this space. There's so much to share.  Until then here's another lost post from my archives. xoxo Trudy Not all who wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkien  The truth is when we got off the plane in Bangkok we had no solid plans beyond arriving at a hotel late the first night. We had a general idea of which islands we wanted to visit. We had no idea where we would stay or how long we would stay once we got there. Seamlessly it all came together. We're lucky, Ryan and I are both okay with traveling this way.  Our goal was to relax and just be together with the bare minimum of distractions.  Traveling lightly and without plans lends itself to trip filled with sand castles and cuddles in paradise.

* When I have extra time I often whip up several posts in one day.  I tell myself, I'll just hop on and press "publish" tomorrow.  Then I find myself wrapped up in life and not even taking the time to tap one stinkin' button.  This is one of those posts.  It's a couple months old but it fits perfectly with today, Mother's Day!  Okay so it's not technically Sunday here but it is in the U.S. and that's where our hearts are on this special day anyway.  xoxo  It's such an honor to be a mum. To be seen through magical glasses by your favorite people. To be familiar with a love that will never stop growing. To have your soul awakened. It's indescribable. It's magical.  It's extraordinary.  and man oh man is it hard work, but I can't imagine a job title I'd rather have. It's the only one I've ever truly longed to have. I'm grateful Ryan took these photo's. He's good like that. A freez

(the Victorian Cursive p's still kill me) Once Fiona learned of the May Day traditions she was all in. Flowers, gifts, crafting~ of course she was. She filled a basket with a card and rose for her teacher. Interestingly I spoke to a few of the parents about May Day and they had no idea what I was talking about.  I'm thinking May Day hasn't been much of a holiday in Australia. the basket on her classroom door waiting to be found As the tradition goes... you leave the basket on the door, knock and run like the dickens. If the recipient catches you they have to give you a kiss. Fiona told me, "Even if Mrs. D catches me she can't kiss me because there's no kissing at school." That rule~  One day I went to give Reed a kiss goodbye before school.  He pushed me away.  I went home heartbroken.  It seemed too soon for him to be embarrassed of kissing his mum.  After school I asked him why he wouldn't give me a kiss.  He told me,