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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

New Hair

Every five weeks is cut and color day for me. An unusually high number of gray hairs at an early age means I go that often or the whole front half of my head starts to go haywire-literally. Those gray hairs just won't stay flat. I really like my stylist here, and after years of overseas haircuts that ranged from really really bad to just mediocre, I trust my new pal Mark to do pretty much whatever he wants with my hair. And today, he cut it off. And I totally adore it.

Return from Brisbane

It's always fun to catch up with old friends. Even more fun when they're spread all over the globe. Last week FFM and I took off for Brisbane to visit some great pals from out time there. They've had a new arrival since we moved away, and we were excited to meet her.

The weekend before we left Travis snapped a few photos around the house, and I included those in the slide show.

Cooper and FFM are 12 days apart in age and have been buddies since before they could crawl. FFM fell head over heels for new baby Scarlet and still is saying her name even though we've been home for a couple of days.
As always Sara and her family were wonderful hosts and we felt right at home and were relaxed and comfortable all week. We're really hoping they can make the trip west to come see us before we leave Australia.
Monday, May 18, 2009

Going back to Brisbane

FFM and I are leaving Travis in the lurch and going off on a vacation of our own tomorrow. We'll spend a week with friends in Brisbane, catching up and letting the kids run wild. I'll finally get to meet the newest addition to the family, Scarlet, who arrived early January. I can't wait! I bet she looks a lot different now...
Saturday, May 16, 2009

Kisses

We get a lot of lovin' around here. Hugs, cuddles, and plenty of kisses. The kisses crack me up, they're what I call 'fish lips' kisses because FFM sucks in his cheeks and purses his lips and makes a great big smacking sound. I love every single slobbery one of them.

It's just not a party until you get really filthy

Recently spotted at a friend D's birthday party this weekend, one super-grimy-nearly-two-year-old. You can't see his black feet. Or the line of red crud under his chin.It's also not a party until you are wearing THREE hats. And my favorite shot from the party, friends Kelly and Gareth putting up the really fabulous balloon 'chandeliers' (OK, they were just groups of balloons we let hang down from the trees).