You may have noticed I’ve started posting up photos of the kids again here and at my Flickr account. To be honest this hasn’t been easy to do, not since German pedophiles targeted this blog last July. I ripped the originally targeted photo of Riley down here and at Flickr. What I didn’t say was in…
© Christopher Bird Reproduced here with permission
Keira has just begun her third year of preschool. Technically, she could be starting ‘big school’ but we held her over that year because she was born right on the cut-off cusp. I mean, her playgroup mates, who were born only two days after her had to wait that extra year so I didn’t see…
Q: You talk about your new garden and I wonder if you’ve got any of your worm compost to spread on it? To explain, this time last year we’d just purchased a worm farm. Unfortunately, not long after I wrote that post the worms went back up to Mr. Worm Creator In The Sky. I…
1) Being kissed on the back of the neck while piggybacking my daughter. 2) Taking the first sip of a glass of champagne. 3) Skimming the foam off the top of a cappuccino and licking it from the spoon. 4) Sopping up the pan juices from a cooked roast with bread. 5) Facepaint: Celebrate the minutiae…
Together we lie on the bed under the blast of airconditioning. It is 2.30pm. Normally a nothing time, we’re between meals, between television programs, now it his once-upon-a-napping-time. We lie there, tired from a lack of sleep the previous night. The evenings stick to our sleep like a demon’s breath – tormenting, and vile. We…
Keira looking at herself as a baby About to blow out the candles © Christopher Bird Reproduced here with permission
It is entirely in nature with the happenstance and at times distracted nature of this blog that sometimes I finish a year, look back and think, “Wow. I don’t think I actually said anything of worth or depth. I record then move along.” Then when I do sit down and make myself write something that…
Happy Australia Day, Aussies. I hope you’re all watching sport, or BBQing, or drinking, or all of the above! What am I doing? I will be baking… ****** Let me, if I may, take you on a flashback… It was almost the mid-1990s. Swedish pop was again dominating our airwaves. We warbled ‘I saw the…
