Stories and pictures from our small lives here at Tasma
Woke Up,
saw a frog,
Got lots of presents,
my mum made me a card with a green tree frog on it,
Went to a tropical beach and swam with face-mask & flippers for the first time,
my front tooth fell out in the water,
came back home,
had a party with a choc-chip ice-cream cake that looked like an echidna,
and marshmallows, and chocolate biscuits, and chips,
had half a bottle of ginger beer,
had a proper country milkshake (chocolate), made in an aluminium cup,
went to the pool,
had KFC,
had a Golden Gaytime icecream,
came home to another party,
had more presents,
and another cake,
set off party poppers,
ate 4 kit kats,
a band of fire twirlers arrived and performed specially for me for half an hour,
threw up.
Perfect.
This is the town of Lucinda, which we were visiting, almost 5 years ago when Fiona was pregnant with our first daughter together. We loved its Geoffrey Smart lines, and it’s name, so much we named our girl after it.
Daddy, did you know your heart is God?
Wow. What a wonderful week. When we were thinking about what we wanted out of this year, we decided one of the best ways we could think of to spend time would be to hang out with Thorpes & Tylers somewhere in the SA countryside. Our wish came true, with a perfect week on the Fleurieu Peninsula at Victor Harbour, with visits from Dad & judy, Kim, Lou, Karen & Phil, Josh and Luke. We even had lunch next to Pink at D’Arenberg, an exercise in gluttony. We saw lots of Whales. The picture you see that looks like an ugly rock. Well, that’s an ugly WHALE, ok? Actually, two. A Southern Right Whale mother and calf.
KIm’s 50th was a perfect party.
