and we wait . . .
one month left . . . just the three of us and my big belly.
anticipation and excitement is mounting as the three of us snuggle in bed morning and night
counting down these last few weeks
we wait for those strong kicks that tickle under my rib cage ~
we wait for your familiar little dance that makes us giggle ~
we watch and smile as your big brother kisses, cuddles and chats away to you almost all the time ~
he loves you and includes you in everything that we do . . .
we love you and patiently we will wait our sweet little one.
wordless Wednesday : set in concrete
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Mia Famiglia Italiana: Parte uno
My husband is a first-born Australian; his family is Italian. His mama is from a little village outside of Benevento (near Naples) called Ferrarisi and his father is from a Sicilian island called Lipari. Theirs is a rich, joyous history full of the Italian passion for Catholicism, la dolce vita and concrete.
When I first met LOML, he was 27 and a good Italian boy living at home with his family. At 24, I had been living out of home for over six years and thought that still being at home was... quaint. This was before Gen Y made it fashionable, of course. For the Italians, it never went out of style. "Why you need to rent something? You buy a place and you rent it out to somebody else!" That's my FIL talking there.
I met his family a couple of months after we started seeing each other - by then we were head-over-heels in love. Was every member of the extended family actually present that day? Row after row of sun-kissed Italian faces wrapped in head scarves. Neat and small with tiny sensible shoes. I towered over the room like some giant Celtic monument.
It was quickly established that my family was originally Irish. It wasn't something that I had ever given much thought to, but these things carried great weight with the Italians and it seemed very important that we focus on my Irishness. Probably the Catholic thing.
After much discussion and general checking-out, LOML's ancient Nonno (really only 78, but the booming Italian Godfatherish voice made him seem much older) decided that I was okay. "She might not be Italian," he declared. "But she has Italian hands." It was agreed by all present that this was enough. Irish with Italian hands was enough.
Since that very first day, I have always been delighted by the sheer Italianness of LOML's famiglia. They drive me absolutely bonkers on occasion, but generally we get along beautifully. There is a rhythm and pace to the way they live that is still foreign and wonderful to me after almost fifteen years. We get together, we shout at each other (why speak when you can shout?); I barely understand half of what is said (even when speaking fluent English, their accents are so thick!) but I gesture with those Italian hands as much as I possibly can and it is still, thank god, enough.
What's your heritage or your adopted family's?
Does it mean a lot to you?
[Image found here. Translation: The important thing is not to be rich with money, necklaces, gold or jewellery. The important thing is to be rich with dreams, friends and love.]
Cottage Garden hand-tied
The lovely people of flower delivery company Interflora sent me this gorgeous Cottage Garden hand-tied bouquet to review from their florists in London.
I chose the Cottage Garden flowers from their range of Summer flowers as I just adored the colours - "It's a beautifully co-ordinated arrangement, with soft lilac and pale blues mingling with pinks and whites."
I love the sprigs of rosemary that add a beautiful herbal note to the sweet smell and the colours are perfect! I placed them in an enamel duck egg blue jug and put them in front of my kitchen window. They really cheered me up yesterday when I woke to a rainy Monday morning!
In need of some ides for Father's day? Interflora, have a great selection of gifts from the luxury picnic hamper for Dad to enjoy in the sunshine, to the sweet nostalgia hamper full of old favourites like cola cubes, love hearts and flying saucers.
Have a sweet day!
Craft with Kids -- Stamping!
My daughter is into stamping at the moment. I bought her a sweet little stamp of a birdy from Tiger Tribe a while back, and whenever I pull it out (which I try not to do more than every week or so, so it's exciting every time) she goes nuts with it, stamping it over and over and over again for an hour at a time onto bits of paper. Stamping is a great, inexpensive art activity for kids; less messy than paint and entertains much longer than stickers! I've been meaning for ages to get her some new stamps, perhaps this one but in the meantime I came across this too-cool stamping idea using little more than a few old pencils and an ink pad!
Imagine the possibilities! I love this idea so much I think I might have to have a go myself, and I know Fern will be up for it. Her preschool teacher took me aside today to show me a painting Fern had laboriously worked on; spending a good half hour with a tiny paintbrush, meticulously filling in the template long after the other little kids had moved on to other activities. A tiny bit obsessive compulsive perhaps (like her mum) but Fern is starting to demonstrate some real aptitude toward art... which I want to foster and encourage!
I only have one (red and pink) ink pad, so I need to go find myself some more bright colours, and then Fern and I are going to go to town with this project! I'm thinking a little canvas stamped using this technique would be really cute... will show you what we come up with! x
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I only have one (red and pink) ink pad, so I need to go find myself some more bright colours, and then Fern and I are going to go to town with this project! I'm thinking a little canvas stamped using this technique would be really cute... will show you what we come up with! x
a family fav
when we all get to have breakfast together on the weekends these are usually on the menu along with plenty of cups of tea
they are the yummiest hot cakes & get eaten pretty quickly
I am yet to get to Bill's restaurant in Sydney but it's on the list
until then his recipe is one to be treasured
do you have a fav brekkie treat?
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they are the yummiest hot cakes & get eaten pretty quickly
I am yet to get to Bill's restaurant in Sydney but it's on the list
until then his recipe is one to be treasured
do you have a fav brekkie treat?
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