Evolution of an artist.
 Ivy has loved to draw from a really young age.  It’s one of the things I am proud to say I’ve  handed down to my kids. My girls, anyway. Noah hasn’t shown alot of interest in free hand. He’s more…abstract. This year, it has been amazing to watch Ivy’s artistic skill develop. At the beginning of the year we were seeing alot of this kind of drawing. A head and the curly hair (i

The brother and the boyfriend.
Heath is his name. He is eternally sweet, for a four year old boy and danced with Ivy, in the kindy mosh pit. When she refused him a forth time because her father was buying her an ice block he took it in his stride and moments later returned to her side with his own water ice, same colour and flavour. We chuckled. When you order up the same iceblock, in a four year old world, it must be love. Noah had been watching these interactions and we his with an amusement and sweetness reserved for parents of sisters with brothers or in our case sisters with a twin brother.

Bright.
“How beautiful is youth? How bright it gleams with it’s illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of beginnings, story without end. Each maid a heroine, each man a friend”. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   The theme at

Homemade mermaid.
Ivy is home and happy. Actually, we are not at home, we are on the road this weekend. On our way to Sydney for a family gathering and for some IKEA therapy. Ivy is good. She’s connected up, through her port ,to a continuous slow infusion of antibiotics that she has had no reaction to. She looks beautiful and healthy. Our grand plan of making over Ivy and Noah’s bedroom for their birthday, which is in nine *very* short days, has now been pushed into overdrive. We need to get organised - thus the trip to my new favourite store. I just wanted to let you  all know we’re home and to leave you with

Scary lucky
Yesterday the nurses started pushing for our discharge. Yesterday they did the first push of her antibiotic, instead of through the drip. Yesterday, minutes afterwards, Ivy had an allergic reaction. A big one. The paed was contacted and we were told we couldn’t go home; I was so angry. We had been mucked around beyond belief and I just wanted to go. They infused the second dose slowly and she had another reaction and I felt awful for being so angry because really, we were lucky. If I had taken her home and pushed the antibiotic, she could have had a severe reaction and we may not have made