Sunday, 30 March 2008


Friday night we had my workmate Alania's daughter Ella staying over with us will Alania and her hubby went on a Litigation team bonding trip. Ella is two and a bright wee button and she and Tyler get on really well. He was very good at sharing his toys with her so there were very few 'moments'. I was particularly proud of him when Ella tried to take his shoes from him and he first got upset and then went away and got her a substitute pair! I just wish he would go to sleep like she does - three stories, lights out and then asleep in 5 minutes.
Here are a couple of photos:

Saturday, 22 March 2008

Waiting, waiting, waiting......

House update - the contract on our place fell through so we are back to square one with that. We lost out on the Kennington property (the prior contract confirmed) so we signed up on a place in Lewis Street. We have got an extension of time to confirm on that till late April so here's hoping. It's not our ideal home, but it is lovely. It has the kind of kitchen I'v always wanted - not flash but big enough for a big table to have lots of people sitting round nattering and drinking and eating. The kitchen flows through to a conservatory and out onto decking.

A Capella did Messiah last Sunday. It went not too badly despite some hairy moments courtesy of the men. The soprano soloist was Rebecca Ryan and she was magnificent - her coloratura was amazing and 'Rejoice' went like the wind. I was lucky enough to score a lesson with her later in the week which was a lot of fun and very educational.

Sunday, 16 March 2008

And the weather came to the party...

.....for Jo and Tatsuya's wedding. What a lovely ceremony for a delightful couple. Helen was bridesmaid and didn't she scrub up well?

In fact all the Howards looked pretty flash.

Chris and I weren't too shabby either.

Saturday, 15 March 2008

Finally - a haircut!

Tyler HATES having his hair cut. It's always 'Damowow' (tomorrow), 'Saturday' or '5 sleeps' so finally we just held him in the chair and cut, Tyler wailing all the while. He agreed that I could start with just scissors but given that I know nothing about hair-cutting, the result was a lopsided pudding bowl! So out came the clippers and to his loud and tearful protestations, away I went. When we'd finished (which included wiping a snotty, hair-covered face) I took him to the mirror to show him how cool he looked. 'Look at my beautiful hair!' he exclaimed.