Legacy Cover girl

An early start to anzac day distributing rosemary for legacy had Abby being photographed for their magazine.

Abbey's Lego house

Hey, what an accomplishment. This was put together by the kid with the attention span of a knat. She followed the instructions step by step and completed the kit. Well done kiddo!

Rumble-Ball family blog

The big guy has started a family blog where relatives can gawp at photos without my witty repartee. http://rumballfamily.blogspot.com/

Today

Two remarkable things happened today.

First, I caught our littlest one smiling in his sleep. He has been smiling and even laughing for a couple of weeks now, but it's nice to know he is even content in his sleep.

Secondly, I was reminded today that not all people are scum sucking arseholes, and that a smile and manners goes a long way. I asked a woman (a complete stranger) for directions to the station whilst lost in Penrith, and not only did I get directions, but also a lift to the station where I found a train to Strathfield waiting (just for me). Perhaps not a big deal, but this act made my day a whole lot better.

All growed up now!

The day they can sit in a normal chair, and feed themselves is incredible... now if only we had real food and not McDonalds!

A noisy family

The Captain is beginning to vocalise and yap away to anyone willing to have a chat "Awoo, awoo.."
B1 has taken to singing in a monotone "Naii, naii, naii.."
and Little Miss Sunshine holds the belief that she is, in fact, Little Miss Chatterbox.

Time to invest in some ear "warmers".

Daniel

Sebie

Pic of The Captain (or Sebie as suggested by Sam Ings).
He has his Mum's eyes. Wish he'd return them (haahaa).

Wait! Everyone tilt their heads to the left.

Test Photo

A test photo from my new phone.

Lego mania

A Lego Darth Vader. How cool.

It was on this same outing, whilst in the tunnels under the QVB, that Little Miss enquired "Mum, are we under the Earth's crust?".

Not quite as good as that infamous trip to the Power House Museum. After an onslaught of "What's this?"questions, we walked past the plastic injection moulder. Little Miss (5 at the time) casually observed "ahh, that's a brain sucker."

One for me...

And one for the dog. Yummy!

Manual labor

It's been a long time coming.. at least 5 years now, but finally Jack can claim to be taller than I and hence has been asked to "start sweeping baby".

Days to pine for

So I find myself brain dead again and staring at my Gmail account (again) noticing that noone loves me (again). Have to send an e-mail. What do I do? Hit "c" for compose..
Wow... that was a blast from the past... what do they call that? An old muscle memory? Not quite.
Anyway, that was from old pine days (hence days to pine for.. get it? Haa, ha. Never mind).
That was a lifetime ago!

Nom de plume

I was thinking it might be cool to have a nom de plume for my blog a little in the vein of that of erotic writer Violet Blue.
I was thinking Safety-vest Orange, as a warning to all who come near.

So is that what happens when I post without a title.

Everybody panic!
I've run out of chocolate.

The Easter horde

Little Miss with the chocolate horde from Easter.

Good god my mobile takes some crappy photos.

The Captain

The Captain with Nonno.
Ok, so it's blurry. You try getting the little bastard to keep still!

Sniff, sniff... what's that? Is that the scent of dirty nappies?
Ahh, smells like home.

Meet the Rumballs

In order of height (and possibly potency of stench):

- The Furball
- Captain Smellypant (B2)
- Young Master Ball (B1)
- Little Miss Sunshine
- Muuuuum!
- The Chief Horticulturist

What a mob.