Syd-en-ey

'there's no place in the world like sydney'. well, they got that wrong. there is a place like sydney, it's called melbourne. if i wanted crap weather, i would've stayed home. it rained from when we arrived until when we left. don't get me wrong, we had a fantasic time regardless. except for the flights that is. i don't fly well, i know i shouldn't watch 'air crash investigations' but i am but a moth drawn to a flame. i was convinced i heard one of the engines cut out at one point; although it didn't seem to disturb hubby's nap.

after much deliberation, we decided to look after tate on friday while mike & dell worked. i was a bit scared of losing him or setting fire to him or something but he was a little angel-face.

watching 'garfield 2' at the moofies and stuffing his face with popcorn.

topped off by lunch at the 'sushi train'. spoit litte rat.

the absolute, most-definate, unquestionable highlight of the trip was (apart from a little goodnight crotch kiss mishap by tate) the priscilla drag show at the imperial hotel ('a straight-friendly gay nightclub'). apart from a superb show with sparkles and glitter everywhere, we discovered that hubby is apparently quite appealing to the patrons of this particular hotel. sis and i got endless hours of amusement pinching him on the backside. needless to say, he was very skittish and had a mild case of whiplash by the time we left.

and now comes the time i inflict a few cute photo's on you for no apparent reason.

i felt a bit mean laughing at her the whole time but she didn't have a clue.

tate's first day at little nipples, um, i mean nippers.

cuteness at it's finest.

a look of complete adoration, you have a lot of ground to make up afe.

they tried their hardest to escape me but i tracked them down at the local.

A 25 Year-Old Contraption

in preparation for our little adventure to sydney this weekend, i dusted off some of our family's children's books (that i snaffled when no one was looking) to take up for tate and miekles.

i got a little distracted and... er, started flipping through a few of them. i came across this little invention that i had stuck to the inside cover of one of my favourite enid blyton books. it took us ages to figure out what it actually did. the first one to figure it out will win a slab of beer.

hint: my christmas cards used to have real huntsmen spiders glued to the inside of them. purely for effects.