Sunday, January 2, 2011

Happy New Year!!

Happy New Year!! I can't believe we have finally made it to 2011. Finally you ask? Well, this year - I finish my degree. The one I started six years ago.

I finish it.


This time next year, all going well of course, I'll be a fully fledged Registered Nurse. Do you know how truly bizzarre that even feels writing that? It's become such a big part of my life, uni, that I can't even imagine what life will be like without it.

And if that's one thing that's happening this year, imagine all the other exciting things that could be going on. Like my sister delivering her third baby, and turning 30. My dad turning 50. My brother getting married.

2011? Big exciting stuff! Can't wait.

Our last few days of 2010 were spent like this:

Walking with our friends to the new gelati shop around the corner. Did your read that? 
Around the corner.

I mean honestly, how dangerous is that?? Gelati bum here I come eh?



Tilly ran too fast and landed on her face. It wasn't fun for her. It was kind of cute for me to watch her snuggling in to her daddy though.


And if Daddies don't fix everything, gelati cones certainly do.

Doesn't that face just say it all?


Darcy hated the gelati shop.


And then New Year's Eve found us nestled in our back corner, sipping Orange, Apple and Ginger punch (and yes they all needed capitals) - with a splash of vodka and strawberries and ice to serve. Nice. And a perfect refreshing start to the evening.



Adam did the mozzy dance (this is an Australian thing, all Aussies know that you have to do this dance, aeroguard in hand or there will be sleepless nights with itchy, mozzy bitten feet. Not cool).


Earlier in the night we had New Year, take one. With sparklers to boot. I love that a 99 cent pack of sparklers can light up a face like this.


Darcy was happy, but about a millisecond after this he stepped on a rogue piece of sparkler and it all came crashing down. We didn't believe him for awhile, but then we did - when we saw the burn.

It's this little thing called "The boy who cried wolf". Let's just say, if the sparkler was a wolf, he would have been eaten.

Sorry kid. We still love you.


Once the kids were sleeping soundly, we got stuck into the prawns. Check out the size of these babies! More like big mumma's! And they were tasty.


This one had it's revenge on Poor Adam. Sucks to be him.





Happy New Year everyone! Here's to big, bright and happy things for you all in 2011. xxx

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