We’re off!

Hey there guys.

Bj Larry and Quinlan and then the extras are on the plane to sunny(er) WA tomorrow morning 6am bright and early.

Hopefully someone is there to pick us up.  Actually I think the fatherhood will be there.  Cool.

Lately I’ve been doing a lot of job applications and then some work in the garden prepping for spring.  Vegies are in including corn (something new), silverbeet (well it never wasn’t in… Bj says the silverbeet is “just there”), lettuces, spinach (eat more spinach), capsicum, and then of course the tomatoes.  We had a bit of a scare last night.  They say over here not to put tomatoes in before show day (whoo so scary) for risk of frost.  However, last night there was snow to 900m on the Mountain.  Hmmm….. Didn’t actually frost down here but it coulda and we woulda been plantin all ova again!

I also put in a herb garden by the back door which I shall put some piccies up of.  The garden has rosemary, thyme, chamomile (yes it did survive the harsh winter inside), mint which was growing rampant by the washing line, chives and something else which I can’t identify by its cotyledon so i’ll have to ask Bj.

Well dinna is served and then it is some last minute packing and SLEEP!!!!

See some of you devoted readers soon…..

LBQ

Quinlan's Birthday Bash

Well here it is, our big boy has turned 1!!!!!!!!
Check out the photos of the celebrations which lasted well into the night and the day beyond! Ok, well maybe thats exaggerating! It started with a few pressies on Friday, from Mum and Dad and then from various aunts, uncles and grandparents. With lots of ripping paper and more cardboard than you can poke a stick at, the presents were revealed one by one. Most overwhelming when you're little. Quinlan took some quiet time with a new book, then proceeded to play with his new tipper truck!

Okay, so now a photo....

Or three

He absolutely loved all the toys from everyone. He was pretty bombed on Friday Night (his birthday) as you may be able to tell he looks kinda asleep:

He and his parents were pretty overwhelmed by all the gifts and cards and well wishes; Quinlan just had to sit quietly for a while to take it all in...


Cool fisher price stuff...

He actually is fairly good at taking something which fits into a spot, and trying to put it back in the same spot. An intelligent kid that!

All in all a fitful celebration of a year of an amazing life so far with Q and pars.

He would like to thank all his grandparents, Aunts, Uncles, Great Aunts, Great Uncles, Omas, Opas, Frends and Raletions for all gifts and Sundry.

Til next time.

Larry Bj and our Big Boy!

Happy Birthday to You!!!

Distant Smoke Signals

Hey there friend.

Well, you might be forgiven for thinking that people in Hobart communicate in smoke signals. If this was the case, we don't talk enough. However, there are lots of talkative homes in Moonah. The number of chimneys that would be billowing out tas oak smoke at the moment in the neighbourhood is quite high.
This has a lot to do with the temperature and the efficiency of combustion heaters to warm a house in the dead of winter.

Even though it is the dead of winter over here, we are very much alive. Things are good. We have had Bjs cousin Renee over from WA and she has enjoyed listening to Bj and my arguments ever so often. Quite amusing. Bj is back at work a coupla days a week, and we are going along nicely. I have to put some current photos up on this site, but I just don't have the willpower to get it done. I blame the cold and the ten odd metres of icy blast I need to travel to the sleepout with said digicam to upload photos.

Anyway, instead of going to get the cam, I'll just rant and rave and ramble on about nothing in particular, you won't learn anything about what's going on over here, but at least my fingers will be slightly less numb after this long sentence because of the blood flowing through them to get the idea across. There. That feels better.

Ok enuf wingeing.
On with photos because that is what we're here for; in a random order then.
A picture of Quinlan making a pertinent point in the conversation, which he frequently does, we just can't understand him. But he manages to make sounds like they fit right in with the conversation. Good fun!

A scary looking plant photo looking somewhat like a spider about to pounce... Somewhat..

Just reach out and touch it...

And a cake manifique that the BeeJay lady made. Bj mispelt Egs name. Don't know how she got it that wrong. Anyway, at least the cake looked kinda egg like................ But simply marvelllous tasting actually. Was made from two types of sponge cake underneath. Ingenious.

There.

Stick around for more informative pictures and natterings.

Quinlan photos, his half birthday and the promised red cast photos

This week I started work at the Hobart Call centre for Centrelink; after last week applying to Centrelink for Newstart allowance (incapacitated) they promptly decided to give me a job.

Well, it wasn't quite like that but hey.

It's actually quite interesting and we get to give people some good news about the new household stimulus packages.

Like I said in the last post, I broke a bone in my hand (scaphoid) and here is a picture I my good self earlier this morning reading W the P to Q with cast on show.

Here are some more recent photographs of the boy Quinlan.

And the other week we were at the symphony under the stars. I wasn't really aware that we got these cool shots. Bj is actually quite good at capturing these moments.

Collages and Squished Vegies or: The Scourge of the Scaphoids or: Slava and our Smiley Son at the Symphony

Here are some of the things we have been up to lately.
We being Quinlan and the rest of us. He generally drags us parents around town, seeing who he is able to charm. This being most people.
Obviously from the photos he is being bottle fed now, as well as eating healthy squished vegies and apple.

His ol dad broke his scaphoid bone in his right hand playing indoor soccer (the beautiful game) and is incapacitated somewhat at the moment (I did type this literature however).
Mr Q is good to have around to ease the boredom, and to breathe some laughter into the bones.

Photos of the burgundy, wine coloured (not pink) cast swathed arm will follow.
Well, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves and go in search of some sympathy.
In other news, we did go on Saturday night to the TSO Symphony under the stars at Tolosa St Park with some friends and the little Q man. This was the evening after m'self having broken me scaphoid. Twas a regular highlight event with Slava Gregorian playing guitar and we got to hear some fine notes.
In other news, I can still play my baritone. Yay!
Bj is having fun taking Quinlan to Mothers group every Tuesday (I'm not allowed to go for some reason).
Quin, Larry & Bj