I was riding around Centennial Park on Sunday morning, the girls in tow, sun shining bright, warm breeze blowing, 
and it struck me how much better I felt not having to pack up for an afternoon flight. Being home is great, really great. I did look skyward a few times at a passing Qantas 747 with mild envy at those LA bound execs, my envy was always short lived – it’s easy to think the greener grass is in First Class, climbing to 30,000 feet, but then the associated sacrifices come into focus, a quick look back at Scarlett reading a book to Ivy in the trailer as we pedal through the park and I am ecstatic to be home.
Clearly being home comes at a cost too, our tendency is to pile more and more in, more renovations, more work, more study, more more more… Probably more satisfying but no less stressful. 
Ivy’s birthday is on Thursday, 1 already, crazy how fast she is growing up, glad to say that her personality hasn’t begun to shift to that of a stroppy toddler, it will come of course, but for now I still want to bottle her up and keep her as she is for ever… Scarlett is also fantastic, stroppy as all hell, but lovely more often than not, still my angel.
Here are some snaps from last weekend, when we made to the beach…
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looks like you had a fab weekend with the girls. we had a great one too with jenifer’s and scot’s engagement party. although as you know I suffered the consequences on sunday but hey ho. I am beginning to think I am the only one who reads this blog although I know I am not ,so why are there no comments, I would hate to think your only doing this for me. I look forward to new entry’s anyway so keep on posting. xx