Happy Birthday Kinty!

Today was my mate Kintara's birthday, and I have been busy stitching up a special gift, it turned out so special that I had trouble parting with it!  Luckily, it was personalised for Kint, so best to hand it over ;)

As usual, it was down to the wire to get it finished on time, and today I've spent from the time we got home from playgroup in the morning til the time we should have been leaving for Kint's birthday dinner....so we were running a tad late!

Daddy helped out by playing and napping with JackJack before he left for work, but then once he left Muma didn't even have time to stop for booby.....so we boobed and sewed!!

Which JackJack thought was pretty funny ;)

And here is the results..........

It's a bag, made out of cordaroy with a cotton lining....in ABA colour(Did you notice that one Kint?!!)

On the front of the back is Kint's likeness, breastfeeding a buba in the likeness of Kint's daughter Stella.

Kint is studying to be an ABA councillor, and I thought this would be a lovely bag to carry to all her booby meets.

The top of the woman doll is black velvet with stars....Kint loves stars, and her daughters name "Stella" means "Star"

The breast has a big brown areola and lovely big nipple(made by hiding a wooden bead inside!  There's also a bead behind the nostrals on the woman's face to shape the nose)

The baby's mouth is attached to the side of the nipple(it's actually not big enough to fit over, woops, but it allows you to see the nipple detail)

The baby is wrapped in a lady bug fluff material....Kint theme's things for Stella aound lady bugs.

The hair is embroided thin, as Stella has thin hair like JackJack, and is shaped with a swirl ;)

It meets the approval of my little supervisor! lol

I caught JackJack trying to latch on to the two boobies when they were seperate balls before I sewed them on....so they must pass for boobies!

Gifting the goodies!

Me giving Kint her present, with her hubby Adam in the background.

ooOOOooo what is it??

Yay, she LOVES it!!!

Oh and, see the stoney/rocky braclet on my wrist?  That's Kint's!  She gave it to me to wear a few months ago, it is a fertility braclet.....one day soon it's gona help bless my womb ;)

Dinner time!!

Kint invited family and friends out to help her celebrate at The Spice Club, an Indian restaurant.  Yum yum! This was the 1st time Jack and I had dined here, we had it for take-away on Vindaloo Against Violence Day earlier this year.

Tonight JackJack didn't think much of his butter chicken and rice, but he had a good nibble on papadams and naan bread(mmmmm naan bread!), then just wanted lots of booby.  Bit of a booby monster of late....more teeth coming.

He wasn't interested in the dessert either, and we all found it, umm...interesting.  Not sure what it was called...one was little dumplings in sickly sweet syrip, the dumpling tasted like soggy donut....yum but in small amounts!  And little worm pasta in custard type liqued.

We dined upstairs and the Xave, Stels and JackJack liked the view of the diners down below and took to banging on the windows

Check out my delicious little boy....this is a new face he's been pulling in the last week, when he sees a camera he says "phootoo?" and pulls this gorgeous cheesy grin!!

Dancing with you in the autumn rain....

When ever JackJack here's rain, he loves to strip down to his favourite outfit.....his birthday suit ;) ....and go outside for some fun!

Rain dances are always fun, splashing in the puddles!

Spinning around, feeling the rain fall all over us

Catching the rain in our hands

Muma catching ran in her mouth as buba laughs at her

Zooming around Nanny's yard, like aeroplanes ;)

Jumping in puddles

The rain makes all of Jack's gorgeous ginger hair visible ;)

Lest We Forget...

Not a Hero?

The ANZAC Day march was over - the old Digger had done his best.

His body ached from marching - it was time to sit and rest.

He made his way to a park bench and sat with lowered head.

A young boy passing saw him - approached and politely said,

"Please sir do you mind if I ask you what the medals you wear are for?

Did you get them for being a hero, when fighting in a war?"

Startled, the old Digger moved over and beckoned the boy to sit.

Eagerly the lad accepted - he had not expected this!

"First of all I was not a hero," said the old Digger in solemn tone,

"But I served with many heroes, the ones that never came home.

So when you talk of heroes, it's important to understand,

The greatest of all heroes gave their lives defending this land.

"The medals are worn in their honour, as a symbol of respect.

All diggers wear them on ANZAC Day - it shows they don't forget."

The old digger then climbed to his feet and asked the boy to stand.

Carefully he removed the medals and placed them in his hand.

He told him he could keep them - to treasure throughout his life,

A legacy of a kind - left behind - paid for in sacrifice.

Overwhelmed the young boy was speechless - he couldn’t find words to say.

It was there the old Digger left him - going quietly on his way.

In the distance the young boy glimpsed him - saw him turn and wave goodbye.

Saddened he sat alone on the bench - tears welled in his eyes.

He never again saw him ever - but still remembers with pride,

When the old Digger told him of Heroes and a young boy sat and cried.

Clyde Hamilton

Yesterday was Anzac Day.  Every year we go to our local council building, where we watch the parade and view the service.  The parade not only includes the returned service men of the wars, but also the cadets of the Army and Navy and volunteer members of the emergency services.

I have been priveledged to march in this parade before, as an SES vol, and it truly is a great honour.  I think I've been a part of the parade for maybe 3 or 4 yrs....several years ago now, along side my brother and my sister-in-law, fellow vols.  Along with marching is also a lunch at thr RSL after, where you get to enjoy a free feed and drinkies.....something of which this classy chic always took too much advantage of! lol

Tyler hasn't been able to march, with limited funding, we get to participate if a uniform in store fits us....unfortunately for my tall hubby, he doesn't have a match.  But he does attend the dawn service, in his orange overalls, and assists the many diggers that turn out in the early hours.

I didn't realise that this year, he had not only attended the dawn service and 2 prangs through the night, but had not had a barely a wink of sleep in between them all!  So when I cuddled up to him and asked in my sucky voice if he could manage to drag himself outa bed to take his son to the parade.....I had no idea just what I was asking of him...he didn't tell me 'til the arvo how sleep deprived he was....agh the sacrifices!! ;)

Muma and Jack, watching the veterans march

Brass band

JackJack loved the vehicles!

The vehicles were shoffering the frail veterans.  We learnt during the ceremony that our communities eldest veteran, who turned 100yo in january of this year, was to lead the march on horse back.  Unfortunately, he passed away in february. 8(

For him, and all the other passed, missing, and fallen digger's, there sat an empty chair in the front row....to remind us of those that didn't make it. 

Bag pipes

Veterans

Ahoy there Sailor!

It's really special when you see the youngen's help out their oldies ;)

Army cadets

CFA vols

SES Vols....I was shocked to see that out of all these members, I only knew one in the pack, 2 of the flag barers and the Controller....all others are after my time

Girl Guides bringing up the rear, behind SES

In my marching days, a few scottish vets marched behind us and joked about how many pints they'd have at the pub after the business end was over!

St John's Ambo.....we take a lot of vehicle pics now, for a car mad tot!

This year was the first year that we didn't have a family member participate in the march, so we took full advantage and went in closer on the action of the ceremony ;) 

The Eternal Flame....which snuffed out after rains came over and smelt rather gasy :-0 Thankfully no smokers were near!

RAAF fighter pilots....JackJack squeeled "Skyyyy!!!!"

The ceremony

Every Anzac Day and Remembrance Day, particularly during the minute silence, I have always had flashes in my mind of soldiers on the battlefield.  Now that I'm an adult, I am wondering....is it just because I am so engrossed in trying to empathise with what it must have been like, or.....could these flashes be even a past life experience?  Maybe in a past life, I was a soldier at war?

This boy was a representative from McLelland College, he gave a passionate speech on the relevance of the Anzac meaning in his generation and the importance of keeping the memories alive of those that gave their lives for their country.

Tyler told me after that at the dawn service a girl from the same school recited a poem that she had written and that the digger's loved it so much that there was talk about getting it sent to Canberra to spread it through out the country!

Note, in the background, the sky is darkening...a storm is brewing!  The years that I marched, we worked out that the weather had a pattern of every second year raining, the others fine....so wonder if next year will be sunny? ;)

JackJack spent much of the ceremony on the boob ;)

The rains are 'ere!

Ambo's, SES and Cops

Tyler goes to congratulate his fellow SES members on a great march

An elderly lady standing near us gave JackJack an Aussie flag!

Though he was tired so Muma did most of the waving ;)

So, remember I said that Tyler was all sleep deprived, but didn't tell me 'til the arvo?

Well, before we knew that, he took us on a drive down to Mornington, where we had some burgers and chippys in the car, while we watch the ships travel the bay ;)

JackJack trying to get a bite of Muma's burger!

Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Feeding the seagulls

Outa the way birdies, JackJack's coming through!

And of course, you have to munch on anzac bikkies on Anzac Day!!

Muma and JackJack shoulda cook-cooked some, but Daddy bought a big container full from the supermarket....which we put on the coffee table, and as you can see, buba helped himself!! Cheeky boy! ;)

Lest We Forget.