On Sunday we celebrated Christmas (a week early) with my side of the family, who travelled to Hobart from the north of the state.  It was the first time we have hosted Christmas at our home.  We had a wonderful day – full of festivities, food and gifts.  

Every year our group of friends have an annual sporting event called The Peter Stuyvesant International, sponsored by none other than Peter Stuyvesant (yeah right!).  It has been happening since 2007 with a game of tennis.  Next followed croquet in 2008, table-tennis in 2009, Beach Volleyball last year and this year – Badminton. It is

I always love the changes of the seasons and at the moment, my favourite time of the day is around 8:30 in the evening.  It is a special time of day – Poppy is sleeping soundly (fingers crossed), Nick and I have had dinner and enjoying a glass of wine and it is the time

I love those nights you climb into bed to crisp, clean, fresh sheets….ah, one of life’s simple pleasures!

Last night I went along to listen to author, Steve Biddulph on Raising Girls.  I found it a very interesting presentation that was indeed, thought provoking.  The message that struck me included the concept that children these days have three parents – the mother, the father…and the television!  Children are bombarded with so much media

Wikipedia defines a black sheep as an “idiom used to describe an odd or disreputable member of a group, especially within a family. The term has typically been given negative implications, implying waywardness. It derived from the atypical and unwanted presence of other black individuals in flocks of white sheep.” I have been thinking about