Two Thousand and Eleven

Just for the record I'm not really into calling it 'twenty-eleven'.

We're home from a great time in Sydney where we caught up with lots of friends, ate too much food, had the odd sleep-in thanks to generous grandparents or spouses and taught the kids to eat all their food out of some kind of packet. 

So the news of the hour is that Michael found a way to leave on holidays working for the bank and return from holidays as an employee for a new organisation.  Not really, the truth is that God orchestrated a miraculous set of circumstances for Michael late December and he is returning to his old job (pre GFC) as of next week.  It all happened before our eyes and we are grateful beyond explanation.  Look out for the guy who has had 18 months worth of job unsatisfaction and is pumped to get his teeth into something he loves. 

The year that will be.

Photo Documentary of Sydney-town

I just learnt to crawl but crawling is for babies.  I want to walk and NOW.

It's an exciting day when your cousin's real-life bunny eats out of your hand.

Jemmie is harder to impress. 

The Seal Show at Taronga Zoo is still a topic of conversation.  We got splashed.



Cuter than a seal and just as clever.

  

Angus and Baapa would eat dinner every night on the deck.  They would sit out there for an hour talking about all the regular occurrences - Cockatoos, Kookaburras, Qantas planes, Thunder (rumble, rumble) and Rain.



Me and my Sugar Daddy.  He gives me everything I want.

New skills learnt.  Ready for school in 2012 because he can sit up straight and fold his arms already.

Christmas Eve yoghurt.

Tomorrow is Jesus' birthday but Santa will bring presents.



Waiting.

 

Waiting.  Angus: "I waiting for Jesus."  I wonder if he likes biscuits too?!



Christmas Morning Glory

 

Two Grandies, Eight Kiddies.  No more to be added to this number.



I couldn't find Angus at the end of Christmas Day.  Here he is...sitting in the gravel with the dog in a helicopter/foxtail outfit chosen by himself.  The Harris kooky gene is dominant.

 

Story time with the Professional.



First beach experience.  She doesn't need anyone to kick sand in her face, she does it herself.

Boogie.

The View. 

NYE.

New Years Day with a family cricket game....

...and a picnic and some kite flying when there was wind.

Twinnies.

 

This park was not as much fun as....



...this park.







Soon the kids will be old enough to fly to Sydney unescorted to stay with Baapa and Gamma. Joking.



Can't. Believe. My. Luck.







Can't believe my luck.