Monday, April 21, 2014

14, 15 & 16/52


Ba'il - Blowing pixie dust in your Panni's garden, down on the Mornington Peninsula for Great Nanna Merle's 90th birthday party. 

Milinh - Your the youngest of her Great Grandchildren. Sweet as pie the both of you. 


Ba'il - Driving the tractor with your Bis Nonno on his farm. My clever Dad captured this moment when they took Ba'il to visit the farm post cyclone Ita. 

Milinh - Sitting in the very same washing basket I sat in when I was your age. 


Ba'il - Waiting to catch the small plane home. Finally. 

Milinh - Your brother bursts with love for you. 

We are home. Finally. The cyclone clean up begins and will continue well into the next month. I'm hoping for 'normal' to resume as soon as possible. I'm also hoping my poor neglected blog gets a little more TLC over the weeks to come. So many stories to tell yet so little time. 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Whirl wind.

At the moment my whole world feels upside down. Today I recieved news of the passing of one of our adopted Parents and Elder from the Indgenous community of Lockhart River. Not only am I silently grieving I am also at opposite ends of Australia to where my dear Caleb is. To make it worse while I pack our suitcases with hopes of at least getting back to Cairns tomorrow, Caleb is bracing himself for an intense few days ahead with cyclone Ita passing through Cooktown as a category 5. The strongest storm our region has seen since the 1940's. 

 I am anxious to say the least. I am not there to pack up my treasured belongings or to secure the art centre. Even though Caleb ensures me all photo albums are packed in water proof bags and all computers are backed up to external hard drives. At the moment it feels as though if our roof stays on we will be extremely blessed. For people who have never endured a cyclone, there are no words to describe the enormity of such an event. The destruction is heart wrenching. 

For now I hope to get at least a few hours sleep before I embark on the long journey home, which may take as long as a week with cancelled flights and flooded roads. As I lay down to sleep tonight I will be surrounding my beautiful little community in visions of strength and protection. I ask you to do the same. 

Wednesday, April 2, 2014


A portrait of my children once a week, every week for 2014. 

Ba'il -  It's nearly holidays and we are all looking forward to a few weeks of slow days. 

Milinh - Admiring your brother as always my little honey girl. 

April already. Seriously? Somewhere amongst the blur of the last month I even forgot to take a 11/52! I've been lost in a haze of returning to work, having two children and feeling rather exhausted. In exchange for blogging I've been trying to catch up on work and sleep.

I sigh a little relief as we are about to embark on three weeks away from home. Firstly with a week in Melbourne to celebrate Caleb's Nan's 90th birthday. After the family gathering and birthday party we will wave goodbye to Caleb and I will stay on the Peninsula for a few more days with family. I can't explain how excited I am for some crisp evenings, good coffee, tasty food, shops and a hairdresser. The simple things.

After my city fix I'll be flying to the opposite end of the East coast to work in the Torres Strait for a week - with Milinh on my hip and Ba'il spending a week with my beautiful parents. Our little family will then rendevu at our beloved Top Shed at our River Nest for a rest over Easter before we head back home. 

Phew. Wish me luck… suitcases to pack and chickens to feed. 

Tuesday, March 25, 2014


A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014.

Ba'il - You chose the cottage cake from the trusty old Women's Weekly cookbook. A favourite childhood memory of mine was choosing which cake I wanted for my birthday. We are continuing the family tradition with you.  You'll be 4 on Monday! I still can't quite believe it. 

Milinh - No time for sleep when there's a big wide world to explore. 

Monday, March 17, 2014


A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014.

Ba'il - The tropical weather has subsided and a change is on the way. You won't be bare bumming it at the dinner table for much longer…… and I can't believe that this time next week you will be 4!

Milhn - Slow down girl. 5 months today. Your sitting up and crawling like a true champion. Nothing is going to stop you now. 

Saturday, March 8, 2014

9 & 10/52

 A portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014. 


Ba'il - The honey birds made a nest near our front door and you would sit quiet as can be to watch them feed their baby each day. You fell so much in love with them that you phoned your Nanny and asked her to make you some honey bird wings. 
Upon our return home from Cairns you discovered that the baby  bird had left it's nest. It was the first time I had seen you truly heart broken and in a sobbing mess. 

Milinh - A busy week back at the art centre and a few naps on my office floor. Your known as the little HopeVale princess. 


Ba'il - My artistic and expressive one. 

Milinh - Everyone in HopeVale says you have bun'dii eyes. Bun'dii In Guugu Yimithirr are little black native berries. Seems that your bun'dii eyes are too busy taking in the world to sleep. 

I've been so absent from here lately. With Caleb away for work so frequently I'm lucky if I can fit in a shower, some dinner and a decent nights sleep little only blogging. This week he's away again. Week 6 since the beginning of the year. It's been a struggle to say the least, especially living remotely with a wee one and my return to full time work. More on that later. For now I'm enjoying having all of us home for the weekend.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

7 & 8/52


Milinh - There is nothing you love more than bath time with your brother. 

Ba'il - Super sick and all you wanted to do was carry your orangutan around in a sling, just like your Mummy carries Milinh. 


Milinh - In your Daddy's arm on a rainy afternoon at the beach. These moments are far and few between lately. 

Ba'il - Walking your Copper dog and splashing in muddy puddles. My barefoot bush kid.