half way there – yay!
Thatcher: and on the topic of birthdays, this is my boy’s last week as a two-year-old. he is growing up so so fast. the lucky devil had his birthday party this weekend, complete with performance from every toddler’s favourite musicians – rock’n’toddle, and a chuggington cake lovingly hand made by aunty ra-ra. toddler heaven!
Marlow: this week was a big week in our house – marlow turned to the big O-N-E! happy birthday baby girl xx. her christening and birthday party are next week, but we slipped in a little family dinner, complete with mini birthday cake for the birthday girl which she absolutely devoured (…and loved every minute of it). her birthday cake was a sweet and salty layer cake for those of you playing at home.
week 26/ the 52 project
Marlow: this girl is just loving music and is a little star at clapping her hands along to it. ps. how cute is she in her little cowboy vest…
Thatcher: more birthday parties this week and there is no way this boy would complain about that – especially if strawberry milk is on the menu. and yes, i do have a slight obsession with bowties; luckily for me, thatch plays along and even likes to pic which one he is going to wear to all his events.
week 25/ the 52 project
marlow: baby’s first birthday party. and…. she loved every minute of it!
thatcher: this one loves a bit of birthday party action too, but what’s not to love – cake, treats, dancing, toys, singing and friends. winning.
week 24/ the 52 project
Marlow: she really isn’t baby anymore – i think we’ve officially entered toddlerhood. waaaa (actually, for me it’s more of a yay since i think toddlers are much more fun than babies anyway)….
Thatcher: my little sous chef. he just loves the kitchen and anytime there is some measuring or stirring to be done, i can count on mr t to jump right on in there and do and amazing(ly messy) job.
week 23/ the 52 project
thatcher: rod may have a bit of an unfair advantage in this wrestling match!
marlow: ‘you expect me to share my sandwich with a duck? you have got to be kidding’
week 22/ the 52 project
thatcher: what a sweet little boy mr t is – so so happy and such a caring and thoughtful soul.
marlow: she is really starting to get the hang of this new crawling thing and loving her new-found freedom.
week 21/the 52 project
thatcher: yay for the cupcakes. my boy and i had a free hour this week and what better way to spend than going on a mummy-thatchy date to the cupcake shop. we love sherbet bakehouse around here, and just as luck would have it, thatch got there just in time to score the last vanilla raspberry cupcake, his favourite!
marlow: this girl is just in awe of her big brother – she is his little shadow (albeit a shadow that has only just started crawling)
week 20/the 52 project.
marlow: clearly the girl does not suffer fools (or brothers) well. it’s a little too early for this amount of attitude, surely?!?
thatcher: in the latest instalment of the arnold family’s parklife adventures, we have discovered our new favourite park – john oldham reserve in the middle of the city. this park, complete with giant slide is literally hidden in little oasis between the the freeway and equally busy city streets. who would’ve thunk it. i really love perth sometimes…
week 19/the 52 project
… and a lot old!
when i was twelve years old, my world revolved around the backstreet boys and i was convinced i was going to one day be, mrs nick. carter (insert lovey-eyes here). flash-forward seventeen years and not only have my backstreet boys cds been left unplayed for the better part of a decade and a half, but i can’t even remember all of the bsb’s names – some fan i am.
anyway, when it was announced the backstreet boys were coming to perth to perform my girlfriends and i (all of whom incidentally were once equally convinced that they too would marry nick carter) just had to go and relive our innocent youth. my mum always told me that if i couldn’t say anything night i shouldn’t say anything at all, so i’ll keep my comments on the actual concert short. firstly boys, no-one bought tickets to your concert to hear your new music. sorry, but we were all there to bring backstreet back and i wanted it that way (ha ha, see what i did there…); and secondly, no matter how hot you all were twenty years ago, now that we are all grown-up, there was something intensely awkward about watching 45-year-old men stand up on stage and shimmy their hips like they used to in the old days. let’s just say that by the end of the night my cheeks were aching from all the laughing.
but before our night of awkward, middle-aged shimmying, the girls and i hit up the new kid on the northbridge block – lucky chan’s laundry and noodle bar. i. love. this. place. the cocktails? amazing. the food? to die for. the atmosphere? so much fun. and to top it all off, on our way out we discovered there is a rooftop bar upstairs. we will so totally be back soon. any place that is hidden away behind the facade of an old laundry shop and sells gorgeous, crispy, glutenous, juicy pork belly and oriental cocktails holds a very important place in my heart (and, more importantly, in my stomach).
^^the sneaky little laundry facade^^
^^complete with waving kitty cats^^
^^why yes, little piggy, i think i will partake in one of your glorious beverages or two or four…^^
^^funky little personalised fortune cookies. an sweet little touch to finish off a great meal^^
thatcher: when all else fails, take the boy to the zoo…
marlow: future hockey-player in the making (or so daddy hopes, anyway)
week 18/the 52 project