Mr and Mrs Wallace!

It was a beautiful wedding in a gorgeous location with a perfect mix of traditional ceremony, Bride and Groom quirk and Pinterest touches.

It was an honour to attend it.


Beautiful Pinterest touches


Please excuse the bad quality of the photos. I only had my crappy camera phone.


I’ve got a card in there somewhere


Bombonieres made by the Mother of the Bride


Touches of the Groom


Lucy was late to arrive. At around the scheduled time of the ceremony, her mother came out and gave a letter to Scott. It was so cute to watch him read it.


Lucy and her father Steve


The beautiful Bride


Pure Joy


Some words on Love, written by Bob Marley, spoken by the Father of the Bride


I love Scott’s expression in this one


The rings/vows


The deal is sealed with a kiss!


Signing the paperwork


Feel the L O V E!


Introducing… Mr and Mrs Wallace!!!!


Big thanks to the celebrant


Lucy wore these same shoes under the her dress. “They were 2-for-1. What’s a girl to do?!”


Gotta love the present table 😉


Gorgeous place to get married


Congratulations Lucy!!!

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Wedding Day

Not mine.

Lucy and Scott’s.

I obviously had to do something nice to my nails. This is what I ended up with:


The flowers on the thumb and middle fingers are done with a stencil but the forefinger and pinky are freehand.

I’ll post some pics of the actual wedding later.

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My third go at nail art:


Did them yesterday and I’ve already ripped them off to do new ones. I may have a problem….



Yesterday I took Felix to daycare.

As we were walking to the bus stop Felix picked a flower, as he usually does.

When we got to daycare his classmates were sitting down to eat morning tea. I whispered to Felix “go give the flower to your teacher” and he ran over to the table.

But by the time he got there his teacher had ducked back into the kitchen.

So Felix stood there, flower in hand, and scanned the faces of his classmates, all turned towards him with looks of expectation.

He turned a little to the brunette on his left, then reconsidered, turned back and handed it to the girl on his right; a little cherub faced girl with bouncy blonde ringlets.

The brunette was just a little disappointed.

Just turned 2 and already breaking hearts.

Bloody hell…

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Worst Father’s Day ever

Yesterday ws a bad day. I would rather forget it ever happened so instead of a detailed account, here is a basic summary.

Tony was horribly sick all day. Cali threw up every meal of solids within 5 minute of finishing it. Felix didn’t have a nap so he was a hurricane all day. And when the dust finally settled once everyone was in bed I did a self-check and realised I’m getting a cold. Horrible day. I yelled at Tony and didn’t even give him his cards and presents. I think I’m going to surprise him with a do-over next weekend to make up for it.

Anyway, here’s some pics from the best part of day – playing with Cali and bubbles in the sunshine. An appropriate activity for the first day of spring.

Bubble Gun

Foot and Bubbles

BW Bubbles

Fence Bubbles

Cali Bubbles

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Personal Day

Had a rough night Thursday night.

Felix started intermittently throwing up around 11pm. Tony was worried it was an after effect of the massive egg he got on his forehead a week ago but I set him ease; I had only lightly washed the bottle Felix had his milk from that night. I think that he ingested some old milk and it made his stomach reject everything in it.  I feel suitably guilty and have learnt my lesson. Especially after I changed his sheets twice, then decided to just sleep in his bed with him and help him sit up and spew in a bowl every time he had an episode. It was a long night.

We umm’d and ahh’d about sending him into daycare the next day. He wasn’t interested in breakfast but he was in good spirits and was excited to go, plus I was planning on taking Cali in to introduce her to Barb (the nursery carer) and find out what days were available to enroll her, so we decided to go.  I told his carers the whole story and even though they have a 24hr exclusion after vomiting (which I didn’t know about), they said that they were happy for him to stay and they would keep an eye on him and inform us of any changes. He was fine.

Cali seemed to like Barb and the nursery room though there weren’t any other children in there at the time. Hopefully she can start attending within the next couple of weeks. I’m REALLY looking forward to a baby-free day ,though I am a little nervous about her being away from me for the first time.  By the time Felix started daycare he had spent many hours, even overnight, away from my with his grandma. But I’ve only ever spent a few hours away from Cali at a time, mostly while she’s been sleeping, so I am a little worried about what it’ll be like for her. But Barb assured me that the parents worry far more than the children do, so as long as I keep my cool she will be fine. Barb took care of Felix for over 6 months which really helps my comfort levels. I’m sure everything will be fine.

After we left daycare Cali and I had a little mummy-daughter time and then did the grocery shopping. By the time we got home it was midday and we were both exhausted. I put Cali to bed then broke out a few presents I had bought myself. El-cheapo polishes, including UV, Mood and Crackle polishes, some nail art polishes and fake nails from the dollar shop. I’ve always loved nail polish but I don’t wear it often for some reason. Anyway, I decided, for some strange reason, to have a crack at some nail art for the first time.

5 hours later this is what I had:


I’m proud of that for a first go! After painting my pinky I realised the black crackle polish didn’t work very well so I adapted and changed my design. But even tho I was pretty happy with them I instantly wanted something new. So the next day I went over to the shops, bought a bunch more, slightly better quality, nail stuff then ripped all the nails off and started again.

Ended up with this:


Much, much happier with these ones 🙂

So I think I may have a new hobby which is so against my usual, tomboy nature that it’s quite strange. But I have so many ideas and designs I want to try! Tony has been very encouraging and the designer in him make him and awesome sounding board. We conferred for about 15 minutes before I finally decided on the design and placement of those stickers. I’m very indecisive and Tony has a knowledge of colours and aesthetics that will definitely come in handy if I keep doing this.

Maybe I’ll get so good that I can run a nail art salon in the garage!

You never know that the future may hold.

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I’m back… I think….

A long time has passed since I last posted here. And, accordingly, a lot has happened.

In February we had a baby girl. We named her Cali.


Kisses from Mummy

She’s now 6 months old.


Aunty NatNat and CaliBear

Felix has just turned 2 and is developing so fast it is blowing my mind.


My little man

He really enjoyed his train themed birthday a couple of weeks ago.


Yummy choo choo!

While the kids are thriving I have been having trouble coping with life over the past year. It’s been a crazy roller coaster and I have recently decided that it’s time to get off. That doesn’t happen with a snap of the fingers. It happens with dedication towards self improvement and a steady search for inner peace.

I’m going to start writing here more often, with honesty and openness, about my struggles with my life and myself. While my intentions are good I will most likely have trouble keeping up consistent posting, but I think that it is a vital step in improving myself so I will do my best.  I’m also trying to improve my physical health by drinking more water and eating well, as I know that mental health and physical health are indelibly linked.

So, please, bear with me while I struggle and blather.

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A Little Rant about stranger danger

So a good friend of mine Fiona wrote this post yesterday. I started writing a reply in the comments and it got so freaking big that I decided to make it a post of my own. I want to make it very clear that I do not intend this to be an opposing argument to Fi’s, more of an accompanying one. We are both aiming to keep our kids safe and raise them well. She asked for opinions at the end of her post and this is mine.


This is definitely something I have an opinion about, so excuse me while I soap box a second:


We’ve touched on two words I really hate – Stranger Danger.

Teaching our children to judge someones character and trustworthiness based on whether they recognize them or not is wrong. Simply wrong. There are cases of a child lost in the wilderness who AVOIDED RESCUERS because he was scared of them – “Brennan told us he thought that he was going to die three times, and he said a prayer asking God for directions. His biggest fear was being abducted, so when he spotted rescuers on horseback, he stayed hidden. And he isn’t the only one. This girl had heard men yelling for her earlier, but was scared to approach them. When she heard the women calling out her name, she yelled back.”

(Little sidenote: interesting how in that last article they mention that “Initially, a report of a suspicious vehicle spotted earlier in the day at the Charlestown Breachway — a 1996 green Subaru station wagon with a bike rack, with Vermont license plates, driven by a man with dark hair and a mustache — was linked to the case.”, even though it has no baring on the final outcome, and is a great example of how quick people are to blame a ‘bad man’ and jump to rare conclusions instead of looking at the most likely danger.)

I realize that these are extreme examples but they really represent my point – Just because a person is a stranger, doesn’t mean they are a danger. And teaching our kids to distrust everyone that they don’t know, simply because they don’t know them is REALLY dangerous. Instead you should teach them how to judge strangers. What if your kid gets separated from you in a big shopping centre? What should they do? What have you taught your kids to do? My dad taught me to find a friendly looking employee. I could tell they worked there because they would have a name badge. A female one would be more likely to help me but a friendly looking male one would probably help too. Say “I’ve lost my dad, can you put a call out for him over the loudspeakers” (I’m probably gonna update this to “this is my mum’s phone number, can you call her and tell her I’m here” for my kids) And if I couldn’t find a friendly employee then a friendly looking mum with kids was a good bet too. So basically, I was taught how to recognize the people most likely to help me, but to still trust my instincts on who to trust or not.


I am going to teach my children, as I was taught, to trust their instincts.

Of course there are warning signs and other things to teach as well, especially when it comes to dealing with people the child doesn’t recognize, like – I would only send a person you know to pick you up from school, you should never give out personal information like your last name, phone number or address, and never, ever, ever, get in a strangers car, EVER. Even just to look at something, or get out of the sun/rain, NEVER. And if anyone pressures you into doing any of those things it is absolutely not ok.

But I believe, most of all, that gut instinct is key, not black and white absolutes. Once the child has been given the ground rules then they should be able to feel whether the person, or the situation, is funky. I was taught to trust those instincts and I used them all through out my teenage years and early 20’s to judge situations, and get out before something happened.


Because that’s the next thing I was taught – if you don’t wanna be there, if you don’t like this person, you don’t have to stay. Leave. Say “Excuse me, I don’t feel comfortable, I’m going”, and leave. Don’t answer any more questions, don’t turn back around. If s/he comes after you, run. If s/he touches you, fight. And this counts for ABSOLUTELY ANYONE. I don’t care if it’s your teacher, your pastor, your babysitter, your coach, your uncle, the lovely lady that gives you extra sprinkles at the ice shop, ANYONE.

Because we have to face the statistical fact that the people we know and trust are the ones more likely to abuse our kids. Strangers actually pose a very small risk. So teaching your children to judge strangers is very important, after all they are faced with them everyday, not just to avoid those random psycho child-nappers, but so they can best find help when needed.


But the people we know are actually more likely to harm our children.

That is why I think the more important lesson is – No one is aloud to touch you if you don’t feel comfortable being touched by them, or make you do something that feels wrong. And you are allowed to fight to keep them away from you. No matter who it is, no matter what uniform they wear, no matter how young or old they are, no matter whether they know me, or you, or not, you are allowed to protect yourself.

Unfortunately my family didn’t have the resources to send me to self defense classes, but my dad taught me a few simple things: Your mouth is your best weapon, you can scream and you can bite. No matter how big and strong the other person is if you bite them as hard as you can it WILL hurt them. You scream and you yell. If you are in a public place with other people then you yell “you’re not my dad/mum, I don’t know you, let me go, don’t take me”. If you’re in private you scream anyway because it will put the attacker off. Never get into a car or get taken to another place if you can help it. Fight tooth and nail to prevent it. If someone tries to grab you while you’re riding your bike, don’t let go of the bike. It makes you 30kgs heavier and much harder to fit in a backseat or boot. Brace your arms and legs against the side of the vehicle, kick as much as possible, your legs are stronger than your arms. Aim for the eyes and the throat. If you end up in a boot anyway yell and pound on the lid whenever the car is not moving and fiddle around with any wires you can find, you can mess up their rear lights and that will draw the attention of other motorists or hopefully a cop, and a lot of boots have release catches on the inside as well, so you might find that. A lot of people will give up once they realize that it’s going to be difficult

A fair bit of that advise best applies to ‘Stranger Danger’ situations but it works across the board.



Overall,  no matter what you teach your kids, I believe these lessons should instill the idea in the child s/he is strong, capable, prepared, and, perhaps most important of all, trusted.

This is why one of the most vital lessons that I am going to teach my kids is –  If anyone ever tells you that you have to keep something a secret, that I’ll be mad if you tell me, that I will blame you or that I won’t believe you, it’s not true. I will always believe you. I will never be mad at you. I will never blame you. I will be on your side.


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A Little Lost

I had a Doctor’s appointment yesterday afternoon.

I caught a bus towards the Doc’s and got off near The Hubby’s workplace; since I was about half an hour early I needed to kill a little time. After a quick chat I departed and put my headphones in as I started walking the km or so to the Doc’s. When I got there I took them off again and went to put them away in this awesome little cloth pouch I keep them in. Except it wasn’t there.

I searched again. Not there.

I pulled every item out of my purse onto the seat next to me.

Definitely not there.

Shit! I loved love that little pouch! It was a Nut-Sack (walnuts people! Jeeze, get your minds out of the gutter…) made by my amazing mum. The outside was this awesome spiral skull pattern and the inside was laminated cotton with a bright red and big white polka dots pattern. I picked the fabric and watched mum make it almost 4 years ago, and it has lived in my purse holding one thing or another ever since. The latest thing it had held and protected was my iPhone headphones and my Macro lens.

Now I was using my headphones at the time of losing my precious little nut-sack.

My macro lens, I was not.

So there I am, sitting in the Doctor’s office, waiting for my appointment when I discover all this. I sorta freak out, not so much outwardly as internally. So I txt the one person who I knew would completely understand (and would be freaking out WAY more than I did if it had happened to her) my Sister. She expressed her horror and sympathies, and assured me that I would find it when I went back, while I was waiting for my name to be called…

For an hour.

I sat and stewed for a whole hour before I got to see the doc. Half an hour after that and I’m out, walking back towards Hubby’s work, hoping and praying that I’ll find my awesome little nut-sack, whether the Lens is in it or not.

No dice. It was gone.

I sent a txt to my sister telling her I didn’t find it, then picked up the Kidlet from daycare (right next to Hubby’s work) and chatted to his workmates while he finished up. About half an hour later I checked my phone again. 6 txt’s and a picture message from my sister? The first one said ‘Oh Rhea….’. The last one was this picture and message:

‘You got one coming babe’

She obviously couldn’t do anything about the nut-sack but I guess she figured she’d lessen the blow and at least get me another Macro Lens. And this one is way cooler than my last one!!!

I am so so lucky to have such an amazing sister. She can take a little extra energy sometimes but by lord does she give it back. She is so loving and giving. I wouldn’t exchange her for anyone, or thing, else in the world.

I have only one question: Mum, do you have any scraps of those fabrics left?!

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5 Reasons why I think my son is a puppy


Exhibit A

1. He chews on EVERYTHING.

Books, clothes, plants, hand rails, the pram straps, absolutely everything.

If he likes it, he chews on it. If he doesn’t like it, he chews on it. If it’s sparkly, he chews on it. If it makes noise, he chews on it. If it’s soft, he chews on it. If it’s hard, he chews on it. I have never seen him hold something in his hand for longer than 10-20 seconds without putting it in his mouth. I’ve watched him scrape the paint off those metal tins that Extra Mints come in. But his favourite things to chew on, by far, are shoes and anything that squeaks.


2. He loves getting air blown in his face.

He giggles, closes his eyes and pulls away, then immediately comes back for more. It’s like he can’t breathe while I’m doing it and it gives him this adrenalin hit that he LOVES.


3. While he can walk on two legs, he prefers to get around on all fours.

He is capable of walking upright ‘like a human’, I have witnessed it, but he will usually forgo the extra effort to just crawl instead.


4. He has mastered the art of ‘Sit’, ‘Stand’ and ‘Roll Over’, but needs to work a little on ‘Stay’.

This is about the same level of obedience that I have received from dogs I have owned through-out my life. And, as in all other cases, the likelihood of a correct response to a command is always greatly improved by the presence of treats and rewards.


5. He chases the cats.

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