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Scenes for tired eyes


With Miss Chatty being sick for the past week, and not sleeping well, taking photos has been like fuel for the soul.

In the garden bed of a shopping centre we found this little flower, looking up to the sun, while the clouds were lingering. Some other yellow things that we could think of: cheese, Winnie the Pooh, lemon slice and this sand picture that Miss Chatty made šŸ™‚

Here they are…my four most favourite people in the world! We decided to visit the Roma St. Parklands after we made use of some movie vouchers that we’d received from a good friend. We saw Oceans, which was beautifully shot, and great for us all to watch. It reminds us all to take care of this beautiful planet.

After a couple of failed attempts to catch some images of moths at night I thought this would be a good substitute. Miss Chatty and I enjoyed some sunshine in our backyard, and found lots of spider webs. This web bounced up and down in the wind, and with my limited abilities to manually focus, I kept snapping away in the hope that at least one photo would be usable. It was fun to experiment with a telephoto lens, and to creep around the garden with Miss Chatty.

I’m a day behind, but I still have one more task left from this month’s Love the Moment challenge. I wonder how the kids will respond?

Take off for my sister’s wedding


Our big adventure began on a Sunday morning, when the combination lock on the big backpack displayed a purposely chosen random number…meaning it was locked. “Ready to go Bub”, I said to Wonderful Husband.

In the days leading up to this poor Princess Bling (5) was both excited about seeing her paternal grandparents, but sad that her sister and I would not be around for almost THREE WEEKS.

The five of us got to the airport and had some lunch together, then Miss Chatty (3) and I said our goodbyes. My last hug with Wonderful Husband for three weeks seemed to last a lifetime, Princess Bling was teary, and Lego Boy (8) said “I’m not very satisfied that you’re leaving Mama.” The thought of leaving most of my family behind was daunting, not to mention 24 hours flying, and being in transit twice with a pre-schooler who took no notice of time differences!

As we were nearing immigration I was able to put my Dutch (that I had learnt while living in The Netherlands)Ā  to good use, and helped a lady fill out her departure card.

At our departure gate we were able to wave goodbye to the rest of the family. I can’t thank Royal Brunei Airlines enough for taking such good care of us.

When we got to transit time in Brunei Miss Chatty managed to make some friends with some other transit passengers, and entertain some others. For a whole three hours she sang, danced and ran herself ragged. So what did that mean for the next 8 hour flight? Before we had even left the runway she had fallen asleep, and had to be woken up at our next transit stop, Dubai. While sitting at the departure gate the anticipation of seeing my sister and parents together for the first time in a couple of years was EXCITING!

As the third leg of our journey to London drew to a close, the captain announced that it was a crisp one degree celsius in London. “Great!” I thought to myself, I wished that I hadn’t packed THAT lightly. I had been so proud of myself for packing so minimally for the two of us!

After unsuccessfully wrangling Miss Chatty at Border Control, I was thankful for one of their crowd control officers taking pity on me, while passengers from about five different flights turned their heads. He allowed me to jump to the front of the ever-increasing non-EU queue.

How glad do you think I was to see my parents at the baggage reclaim hall? They had arrived an hour before we had, and waited for us. It really hadn’t felt like it had been six months since I had last seen them. They both looked well. Memories of regular weekend trips as a child came flooding back. They had passedĀ  their itchy feet syndrome sense of adventure on to my sister and I. All this rigmarole for a wedding…PFFT was the response I had gotten from a few people when describing the scenario for the holiday. Reasons for travelling to where we did would become apparent as our travels unfolded.

Things can only get better


This is what I wrote Ā a few days ago:

“‘The last few days have been different for me.

Usually I think I’m a ”glass half full” kind-of-person, but the last few days I’ve felt that it’s been more empty. Just seems that no matter how much I try my outlook has been a bleak one.Ā The initial novelty of moving to a new place is wearing off, and I’m finding myself struggling, from one bad moment to another.

I honestly thought that I would be able to cope much better than I have…hey my mum and dad managed to raise my sister and I without help from family!

I was thankful for a chat with my sister-in-law the other night…she encouraged me to find the joy and do a few things for myself. She’s also a muso, and knows how frustrating it can be when that something that you practically live and breathe is not happening for whatever reason.”

I’m glad to say that I feel like I’m feeling more like a “glass half full” person again. My Wonderful Husband has been so patient with me, not to mention the kids. I’ve also appreciated the input of friends both old and newĀ , includingĀ Cath akaĀ SquiggleMum and Kelly atĀ Be A Fun Mum. I hope I get to meet Kelly one day.

A big difference has been prioritising things in a better way. For me this includes:

– enough sleep

– enough fun time with each member of my family

– being able to listen to or play music that suits my mood

– hanging out with another mum at least every other day, even if it’s just for a few minutes

– having some things to look forward to (I can’t wait to see Sting with my husband next week!)

– remembering that God is roaming with me, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, however I’m feeling.

So, as Howard Jones sang in the 80’s Ā (yes, I am a child of the 80’s :))


What helps you to keep your glass Ā full?

Being Thankful


Well, my family’s first Christmas in our new city was a fail on my part. Wallowing in my own self pity,Ā  I mulled over my lack of preparation, then I felt as though God was nudging me to reflect on things I should be thankful for…


The five of us are healthy. We have all that we need, while many families in Queensland and New South Wales are flooded out, not to mention many more around the world who struggle to obtain what they need to survive. If we were in Perth for (a scorching hot) Christmas day we would have one festive meal that both sets of grandparents attend. We all contribute to the meal, so it’s a team effort, and the kids would also get to hang out with their beloved cousins.


We had done lots of baking, but I hadn’t planned a special Christmas meal. Yet, our fridge, freezer and pantry were packed to the hilt. Then I felt like God was saying…well look, at least you have food!


We had morning tea with some other families, who I’d met through MOPS (Mothers of Pre-Schoolers). Our wonderful hosts had a busy day as it was, and made some room for the five of us, for which we were extremely grateful. Also in the week before Christmas (including Christmas eve) we received invitations to gatherings for people without any family to celebrate with. We received cards and emails, phone calls and text messages from so many. Our friends all over the world were thinking of us, on a day that we most likely had celebrated with them at least once in the past, either by attendingĀ  a church service, or sharing a meal together.


Jesus birth was not celebrated with pomp and circumstance, nor with the over-indulgence of food, drink and expensive presents. He came to Earth in a little manger, so that WE MIGHT LIVE. He came to bring people together, and to bring people to God through himself. “Where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there with them.” He connects me to dear friends in The Netherlands, the UK, the USA, and the other side of Australia through love and prayer. He reminds me that Christmas is about connection.

I have a strong sense that this is what God wanted me to experience all along… a very simple Christmas day to reflect on what is important. One word sums up what this Christmas has taught me about…CONNECTION.

CONNECTION TO FAMILY by being together

CONNECTION TO OTHERS through community


New Beginnings


With Christmas only two days away I’ve been thinking about the situation I find myself in. A year ago we were in Perth, anticipating the celebration with extended family, as we had for the previous six years. Little did we know that a year later we would be on the other side of the country, missing them, and many others, so much!

Mary and Joseph also found themselves in a situation that they hadn’t anticipated….giving birth to the Saviour of the world in a measly stable, away from family and friends. In very simple terms,Ā  what God had asked them to do was to trust Him in the situation, and things would work out.

I guess it’s time for me to trust that things will all work out here for us.