Internets I am not even going to begin apologising for the lengthy absence, I can't even think up a reasonable excuse. Lets pretend I got kidnapped and violated by an Alien race far superior to ours. Lets also pretend that they thought I was so awesome they are going to clone an entire race based on me because you know, I am so intellectually gifted with with the sexiest DNA.
Things have been happening along swimmingly here, over the holidays we ate, we celebrated Christmas, we ate, we celebrated Christmas some more; we ate - did I mention we ate?? We also packed up and went to Perth and gave the kids a festive season to remember; we did the Zoo, shopping, movies, Super Golf, Bowling, The Chocolate Factory, Adventure world (god love the water slides - this time I actually ran with the kids and slid until my butt cheeks were numb - what a difference a few years has made), shopping, explored the suburbs for the awesome displays of Christmas lights AND ... we even canceled our trip to Rottnest Island because a dead body (holy crime scene tape Batman!) laid at the end of the street and the police wouldn't let us out - I think I might have mentioned that I love, love, LOVE the city. We spent two! whole! weeks! enjoying the urban crazies - the agression, the angst, the complete lack of manners - oh! and lets not forget the hair .... *swoon*
The lovely family friends we stayed with assured us that it was not an every-day occurance that such excitement unfolded before them,
umm ..... riiiiiiiight.
While we were away my eldest two welcomed a new sister into their family, their dad was VERY keen for them to meet her so we hightailed it home to love on the sweet litle bundle of cherub. She is so cute you could just chew on her chubby cheeks and kiss the fuzz off her forehead. As much as I don't want any more babies I am hanging out for Grandies - I can play with them, fill them up full of sugar, spoil them rotten and give them back when they stink/puke/melt-down. Perfect!
I'll mention New Years just so you don't think I am holding out but it was not exciting . We had just arrived back in town, tempers were short (lots of fireworks), we were insanely tired (almost hungover like) and we went to bed at about 10.30 - neither of us could have cared less. The next morning C and I got up, wrote our resolution lists together, made disgustingly gooey eyes at each other and have since been making the most of our time together. Despite the fact that he drives me effing crazy I do really like him, and I think he likes me.
Just as we were winding down and getting ready to settle back into our routines, a last minute camping trip was organised with Mr & Mrs Outdoorsy, Red and ourselves. We headed out to Parry's Beach for 3 nights (4 days) and embraced cold showers, sand, dirt, great food, wildlife and copious amounts of sunscreen. The grand haul from all Mr Outdoorsy's hunting efforts was a Gilgie, 2 shrimp, a half dozen prawns, a king george whiting, some herring, a skippy and a yellow tail. Cooked on an open fire and enjoyed by all, except the prawns which were used as bait to catch fish. In those moments watching the roasting carcasses on the primal glowing coals I really felt my place on the food chain. I sat all high and mighty on my throne and yet, a hairy green caterpillar and a giant cockroach reduced me to a puckering, closed throat, whimpering pansy. I praise the guy who invented sturdy fly screens and secure zippers on tents - kudos dude - you keep us kings of the food chain safe from creepy crawlies.
11 kids between three families and surprisingly camp was serene and peaceful, all the kids were paired with others close to their ages and they scurried off to play with kites and sticks, or to play in the hammock behind the camper trailer. The older boys scouted around the camp site for girls and for the first time in the last 12 months I was OK with that. I was OK when he came back and asked me for a pen so he could get phone numbers, I was OK when he opted to stay at the beach when we were going home (because 2 hot girls were swimming where we were) and I was OK when he went for one final walk to find the obect of his affection before we left. At the moment Jess is making me feel ancient but I am adjusting, losening my death grip on my first born and only son so that he can persue the world of girls and relationships - scary days ahead I tell you .. scary. To make matters worse he looks more and more like a man now, not my little boy who adored pokemon and thought girls were strange creatures with silky skin.
So here we are up to speed, we drove back to town yesterday with tired little lovelies sporting sun-kissed cheeks. Picked up lunch and the cat on our way in and landed just in time to ready ourselves for a BBQ last night.
We ate, we drank, we ate, we laughed and enjoyed the most wonderful, refreshing and genuine company. The perfect end to the perfect holidays. We finally fell into to bed at midnight, exhausted, weary but happy. Really, really happy.
At 8.30 this morning I dragged my large heine out of bed, trekked across the way to the gym and started putting the festivities and the food behind me. It's time to find my wagon and make good on my 3rd resolution to turn my body into a machine - big muscles, superior fitness and dedication to my lifestyle.
I have to lose 5 kilograms again, but I am not angry or frustrated with myself. Every kilo I lose will be a kilo that reminds me of how we lived these holidays - and may we live them all as grandly in the future.
xx
