A Request for Purple Playdough

I added a little cornflour to the mix to see if it would soften the dough. An unnecessary addition so I discovered. If anything, it dried out the dough a little.
(BTW, if you have littles have you ever made gloop? A bowl of cornflour and water mixed together constitutes a very good rainy day activity that feels a little like a scientific experiment).



A more worthy addition was a few drops of lavender essential oil, the scent of which is reactivated each time warm hands work the dough.



A new sensory experience for the smallest one.

The Rhythm Of Life (is a powerful beat)

And again with the rhythm theme, I often get this song stuck in my head; sometimes for days at a time. (Sorry if you do now too!) I think to my brain it might represent a sense of celebrating the day to day things, the activities we undertake during the day and the little moments we have as a family.
Like baking a test-run batch of bikkies for Christmas gifts. (Lucky they were a test batch - the icing was terrible!)





And a bit of bread baking. Actually, my first loaf from scratch. Am rather proud.









So on the weekend we ditched the fair and PT'd it into town for the march. Numbers seemed a little down from last year but I still saw a sea of people in both directions as we turned from Flinders street into Spring street.





I wonder if people are getting a little fatigued over the issue of global warming from seeing it in our media everyday? The problem is, it's not an issue that will go away and if anything, the situation is more serious than ever. The march, to me, was a reminder to reconsider what we are doing and how we are living. I have large-scale fantasies of water tanks and solar panels on the roof but there's plenty of small scale changes to make in the meantime. Truth be told I'm terrified of the kind of world our babies will have to face as adults and I don't want them thinking we did nothing while we had the chance.

Days

My sweet Willow is already 4 1/2 months old and tonight has developed a talent for rolling onto her tummy, in her sleep. So I have made several rescue missions into the bedroom to roll her back over and lull her back to sleep. Poor love. All those things she has to learn from scratch still ahead of her.

The photo above is my favourite from a gorgeous batch by our friend Inga which i've already blogbragged about so I won't indulge myself with that topic any further. Except to post my other favourite.



Yep. OK, I'm done with that.

In other news, well there really isn't any other news. Fascinating for a blog I know. Our family life is settling into a sweet rhythm (most of the time)with one of the highlights of the week being our lovely Steiner Playgroup. It sets a gentle tone for the littlies and inspires creative activities in our home, like collecting for the nature table, baking, gardening, art and crafting.

This weekend I was looking forward to the Steiner Fair at the Melbourne Mothership in Warranwood but I'm torn as the Walk Against Warming is on. Maybe we'll have an uncharacteristic burst of organization and get to both.

Oop..Willow's on her tummy again...

Barrack on track.

Phew! A big congrats to the American folk with their Obamarama. The president elect seems to be a man of integrity and one who is prepared to listen and lead with humility. What a change of scene that will be.

I feel just as excited, if not more coz it's 4 real, as if Jed Bartlett had been elected. We live in interesting times people.

Me You Too

At the risk of this blog being all about my kids, here is another picture of the big one. This time in a basket.



My photographer friend Inga had an impromptu photo sesh the other day during our visit. Had I known she was going to whip out the camera I would have brushed the kid's hair!

The photo above is just a sneakypeak at what Inga did. Apparently there's many more to come and a whole lot of my baby girl too. Maybe Inga's nailed that newborn photo that I just can't get. I can't wait to see!

I've always shied away from the shopping mall kids photo scene and I'm well aware of the $10 offers to hook you in and before you know it you've blown five hundy on prints coz how could you possibly bin a photo of your own gorgeous kid?

Well lucky me to have Inga. Nuff said.


More of Inga's work can be found here