Stories and pictures from our small lives here at Tasma
Ethan’s 8th birthday: Guitar Hero, 3 legged Races, Haunted House Cake, pin the sunglasses on the Elvis, Pinata. They were like wild animals. There were 10 of em. Lawdy, we almost died.
Ethan came back to school after a week and a half off in Far North Queensland. When he entered his grade three class, they were all very excited to see him back, and there was a lot of hugging.
“That was nice”, says Anthony, his grade 2 class teacher.
“I always make time for my fans.” says Ethan.
I know! But I swear every word of this is true.
“Blah Blah Black Sheep,
have you any wool?”
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.
