It’s a sweet life living by the salty sea

Trip Start Sep 16, 2011
Trip End Nov 20, 2011

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Monday, December 19, 2011

Well, how slack have we been? Normally in these situations, I would look for a way to shirk responsibility and deflect blame in the direction of my good husband.  Not today my friends, I am the slacker and for this I am sorry! Bx

I will begin where we left off, and hope my memory serves me correctly, despite a new found fondness of cloudy apple juice and vodka.

Wednesday 7th December:    A day of extreme productivity.  We finished unpacking the bits we have, organised, did admin, visited preschool, completed the rental checklist, razzed over to the real estate agent.  Today is marked by an all round sense of achievement.  High five!

Thursday 8th December:  Yikes.  The furniture arrives.  We have a lot of stuff.  of the way through the unload we are overwhelmed by the amount of stuff we own and we plead with the delivery drivers to not unload any more stuff and to take the rest away.  They laugh like this is a joke, it is not. I unpack the kitchen and this is achievable and feels good.  Outside of the kitchen, it is a world of pain.  There is stuff everywhere and we keep losing Elwood amidst the boxes.  He, of course, loves this.  We, of course, find this quite a terrifying game.  Particularly after on one occasion he disappeared in a pile of boxes in the lounge and re- emerged on the back of the truck out the front yard looking very pleased with himself.  We lose the entire day in a pile of brown paper and boxes and reacquainting ourselves with the stuff we have acquired over 10 years of togetherness.

Friday 9th December:  Today is a bit of a mixed bag.  We have bouts of productivity where we make massive dents in the unpacking, and then we (mainly me) have bouts of being totally overwhelmed.  I am very, very  grateful that we prepared for this move in quite a methodical way – so we come across just 1 or 2 random things – every else is fairly organised.  We go through every little thing and to our surprise and delight – just one A4 Ikea frame breaks in the entire move across the whole world.  We cannot believe the number of framed pictures we have.  In this rental place, we are just using the existing hooks and we probably hang 1/10th of the pictures we own.  We cannot believe it.  We choose pictures carefully.  It feels good.

Saturday 10th December:  Woody has his first Australian swimming lesson.  He arrives wearing a buzz Lightyear outfit, bob the builder tool belt, and a knight's helmet.  It has to be said; he created quite a stir poolside. He is brilliant in the pool, and I just barely resist the urge to blub.  I spend the remainder for the morning on the phone to Telstra trying to sort out our internet.  I do not lose my temper, despite much provocation and the lengthy and frustrating conversation ends with resolution.  Winners.  We then head up to Leonie and Marks for a fantastic street party in their front garden and the best tasting Cosmos in the world.  I kid you not; one sip of a Leonie Cosmo and you can hear angels singing.   Good times.  Woody was the happiest boy in the universe.  Noah was initiated into the 'man cave’ phenomenon and Leonie and I spoke nonsense into the wee hours and I inhaled the contents of Leonie’s lolly jar.  Fabulous.

Sunday 11th December:  Yummo breakfast with Leonie and co., and then Noah and I head back to family HQ for unpacking and extreme list writing.  The remainder of the day disappeared into thin air.  Who knows?

Monday 12th -14th December:  What can I say?, we are seriously struggling to get out of holiday mode.  These 3 days are a mystery to me.  I can only assume we went to the beach, ate salad wraps, took Woody to the park, put things on shelves, fought to stay awake past 8pm, and spent a good deal of time chatting about how lucky we are to be living in such a breathtaking little corner of the world.

Thursday 15th December:  Highlight of the day is an early morning visit from the lovely Leonie and Mark and their fabulous boys.  A quick cuppa at home, and a chance for Woody to show Alex every toy he owns, and then we are off to the beach.  It is very windy at Main Beach so Leonie and I stay close to the shore whilst the fellas razz about in the water and wrestle with the crazy rip.  The little fellas love this so much – even the treacherous waves can’t wipe the smiles from their faces.  Then we head to Broadwater Park so the boys can ride their scooter and play on the swings.  Leonie and I sup coffee, whilst the husbands oversee the zip wire.  Elwood idolises Leonie’s littlest, Alex, and is perfectly happy just hanging out in this shadow.  For the remainder of the day, we head to Robina and get Noah two new pairs of glasses.  He is a new man in his swanky, new goggles.  We pick up a thing called a T-hub which is a phone that does so much other stuff it is barely recognisable as a phone anymore.  Setting it up causes me such stress I almost beg to give the thing back.  I spend ages on the phone to Telstra and they solve most of the issues.  After much to’ing and fro’ing the final issue is resolved when I push the lead into the wall properly.  Whoops.  What a tit.  So we finally have a landline and then we realise we don’t really have anyone to call. Money well spent, I think you’ll agree.

Friday 16th December:  Today is ones of those days that just disappear.  We got to the beach, shop for Justin and Jen coming tomorrow and bake.  Noah dips his toe in job hunting, but generally we happily meander through this sunny Friday.  And, I just remembered, Woody got his hair cut.  He went into the hairdressers and asked if they could make him look like a lion. They were  quite confused, but went along with it. He has had 2 inches cut off all road and suddenly looks so grown up and handsome – and we indulge in a proud parent moment.  Sigh.

Saturday 17th December:  Yikes – We forget Woody has a swimming lesson, so we spend 5 minutes chasing our tails, and then Noah arrives at the pool just in time to launch Woody into the pool.  I stay home, up to my elbows in sausage meat in anticipation of the imminent arrival of Woody’s hero, Uncle Justin.  Woody has a fab swimming lesson and Justin, Jen and our nieces Shea and Skye  arrive around lunch time.  Justin does some of the worst overacting I have ever seen, and then our friends Tim, Jodie, Mandy and Ewan surprise us by pulling up out the front.  We have a nutritious lunch of sausage rolls, pizza scrolls, and puppy dogs (I think that is what they are called – mini sausages cooked in pizza dough) .  Fancy.  We then hit the Rockpools in broadwater park, gobble up the most delicious tasting ice creams in the world, and are left wondering how we got so lucky to be living this magnificent life.  Happiness.   We then wander down to the bike track and the kiddies have a good old leg stretch.  Back at home, we eat noodles, watch a movie, and generally try and fight the desperate need for slumber that creeps up on us at about 8pm.  We lose and sleep wins.

Sunday 18th December:  The day starts with the breakfast of champions:  muffins, scrambled eggs and prosciutto.  Yummo.  Justin and Jen and the girls head back to the Westside and Noah and I hit Toyworld for some last minute Christmas shopping.  We then go down to the beach, where Woody sleeps soundly in the sand dressed as Mickey Mouse.  A lovely, lovely moment.

Monday 19th December:  A funny thing happens today.  In fact, it happens quite often.  The day starts with vigour, and we achieve a lot by 9am and cannot believe it is so early.  And then, wham, it is 2pm and we do not know where the day has gone.  We do not know how this happens, but it happens almost daily.  We are going to look into this strange phenomenon – when we find the time, of course.   So we awake, and like history repeating itself, we forget Woody has a swimming lesson until 15 minutes before they start.  We run around like crazy things and get him there, and he is not signed up for the lesson.  Not winners.  We get him in a class through begging on our part, and pity on the part of the swim school.  It is a lesson more advanced than his previous lesson and the little fella thrives.  Noah and I swell with pride.  We try and push aside the guilt that we are unexpectedly in an outdoor pool and Woody has no sunscreen on, and try and wallow in the glory of our fabulous little swimmer who shines in the pool – in both his swimming and his personality.  We are happy, happy people and feel quietly smug that this is our life.  Bliss.  We go home after swimming,  make some phone calls and lose 4 hours.  I have no explanation of this, except perhaps global warming(?).   We then pretty much finish our Christmas shopping which feels very good.  I buy a present for Noah from Elwood and I, ask Elwood not to mention it, Elwood tells Noah the second he sees him, and then speaks of nothing else all afternoon.  You gotta love 3 year olds. 

We are pretty much settled in.  We have a few cupboards to sort (containers to label etc) and then the house is sorted.  And then there is just one thing left to do, as Laoidhe so eloquently put it, ‘get off your lazy arses and get jobs’.  She may have a point. That is next on our list.  I think we will wait until after Christmas to do this.  I think, that is what they call milking it.

So, lovely people, that is us up to speed (except for the days we have forgotten...).  We will be trying in earnest to get back into the habit of uploading the blog daily, so please do feel free to prod Noah with a hot poker if we do not fulfil this commitment. 

Good night friends. Much love from the sunny Gold Coast.  xxxx

P.s The other thing to mention is Noah had his flip flops stolen in Lowood.  The Mothership pointed out that I neglected to elaborate on this.  She also pointed out, that we should no longer be referring to said item as ‘flip flops’ and herein they shall be referred to as ‘thongs’.  Apologies for any confusion this may have caused. 

PPS - Tracy- are we out of trouble?
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Leonie on

Love the pics..... You can ring me!!!!! Xxx

Tracy on

You are forgiven. Love hearing about your fab lives xxx

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