week twenty-two


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


week twenty-one


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

week twenty



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.

week nineteen


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

week six

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thatcher: ‘i can see the giants.’ like all of perth, we went into the city on saturday afternoon to watch the giants as part of the perth international arts festival. thatch was in absolute awe of them.

marlow: those big blue eyes. ps. look how good i am at sitting up all by myself; i’ve been slowly perfecting this skill over the last few weeks. crawling, watch out, i’m coming for you…

week six / the 52 project

wait, not so fast

tonight thatch had a hard time going to bed; he had a hard time winding down and he had a hard time falling asleep. when i realised that the only way i was going to get him to sleep was to lay down with him, i am ashamed to say i rolled my eyes a little bit, mentally grunted and thought ‘here we go… hopefully he falls asleep quickly’.

half an hour later he was still wriggling around, talking and just generally trying to get out of bed and i was still right there beside him, wishing he’d just hurry up and go to sleep already. but why was i in such a hurry to get out of there? was i that desperate to do the dishes or the washing or watch some (no doubt) terrible television show? the truth is i had nowhere else to be and he will only be little for such a short time. soon enough he won’t want me to lay beside him as he falls asleep. soon enough he won’t let me to stroke his head as he tries to wind down after an exciting day. soon enough he won’t want to hold my hand and gently rest his fist against my cheek as we talk about our day. soon enough he won’t need me at all.

so, for now, i’ll settle in next to him and hope it takes him forever to fall asleep.