I started work last week at Marie Claire so it's been all change again in our house. Have missed not being able to take Scarlett to school and pick her up every day and a complicated system of drop off and pickups has been organised with our neighbour Kirsty and one of the other mums at school for the days when Rob and I are at work on the same day. I'm only doing 3 days a week but I miss my extra day with Flo and tried to make it up to her last week with a visit to an excellent new playground in Pyrmont right on the harbour. As well as the cool digger, Flo is operating above, there is a brilliant Spiderman web-like climbing frame, a wooden xylophone and a modern take on the old tin-can telephones in the form of red horns.
Scarlett is going through a phase of finding everything 'boring'. What will she be like at 14, i wonder. As a result she has declared she is no longer interested in her weekly Saturday morning dance classes. Loosely termed 'ballet', it is actually lots of 5-year-olds in various fairy outfits running about to music. A quick call to the dance school allowed us to swap the remainder of the term to a class for under 3s that Flo can attend instead. Flo looked so cute it was ridiculous in her tutu and fairy wing vest, and despite reservations about joining in without clutching tightly on to me, she loved it. I think.
Last night was our old neighbour and friend Dave's 40th birthday party. Dave is a lover of all things Mexican after spending a year there during his uni days. H']e speaks Spanish and loves to throw together a Mexican feast. Unsurprising then that his party theme was Mexican. We were expecting a room full of of people wearing pig snouts or flu masks but instead it was a much more inspired crowd of fancy dressers. Rob went as a gardener and me as his peasant wife with matching moustaches.
Dave was the last king of the aztecs photographed here with Rob and Kate De Brito dressed as a Bandido biker chick.
One of the 3 amigos seen here making necessary adjustments to his bolero.
The best look of the evening belonged to Elsa and Richard who looked extraordinary as Frida Kahlo and artist husband Diego.
Later, the crowd were 'treated' to a live performance by Dave and his Adelaide uni mates who put the band back together for one night only. I'm informed that at the height of their fame in the late 1980s, Cerveza y Putas (beer and sluts) were known as Adelaide's only Spanish language punk band. Of course they were awful, each loud thrashed guitar version of every song sounding very much like the last. This didn't stop a large crowd of friends, all drunk as lords on the copious amounts of wine, tequila and beer, partying like it was 1989.
The performance over, more serious drinking began accompanied by huge bowls of chilli and nachos, all cooked by Dave.
I started work last week at Marie Claire so it's been all change again in our house. Have missed not being able to take Scarlett to school and pick her up every day and a complicated system of drop off and pickups has been organised with our neighbour Kirsty and one of the other mums at school for the days when Rob and I are at work on the same day. I'm only doing 3 days a week but I miss my extra day with Flo and tried to make it up to her last week with a visit to an excellent new playground in Pyrmont right on the harbour. As well as the cool digger, Flo is operating above, there is a brilliant Spiderman web-like climbing frame, a wooden xylophone and a modern take on the old tin-can telephones in the form of red horns.
Scarlett is going through a phase of finding everything 'boring'. What will she be like at 14, i wonder. As a result she has declared she is no longer interested in her weekly Saturday morning dance classes. Loosely termed 'ballet', it is actually lots of 5-year-olds in various fairy outfits running about to music. A quick call to the dance school allowed us to swap the remainder of the term to a class for under 3s that Flo can attend instead. Flo looked so cute it was ridiculous in her tutu and fairy wing vest, and despite reservations about joining in without clutching tightly on to me, she loved it. I think.
Last night was our old neighbour and friend Dave's 40th birthday party. Dave is a lover of all things Mexican after spending a year there during his uni days. H']e speaks Spanish and loves to throw together a Mexican feast. Unsurprising then that his party theme was Mexican. We were expecting a room full of of people wearing pig snouts or flu masks but instead it was a much more inspired crowd of fancy dressers. Rob went as a gardener and me as his peasant wife with matching moustaches.
Dave was the last king of the aztecs photographed here with Rob and Kate De Brito dressed as a Bandido biker chick.
One of the 3 amigos seen here making necessary adjustments to his bolero.
The best look of the evening belonged to Elsa and Richard who looked extraordinary as Frida Kahlo and artist husband Diego.
Later, the crowd were 'treated' to a live performance by Dave and his Adelaide uni mates who put the band back together for one night only. I'm informed that at the height of their fame in the late 1980s, Cerveza y Putas (beer and sluts) were known as Adelaide's only Spanish language punk band. Of course they were awful, each loud thrashed guitar version of every song sounding very much like the last. This didn't stop a large crowd of friends, all drunk as lords on the copious amounts of wine, tequila and beer, partying like it was 1989. 
The performance over, more serious drinking began accompanied by huge bowls of chilli and nachos, all cooked by Dave.
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