Yesterday afternoon, after a surprisingly pleasant 7 hour flight with the kids (thank faaaaaaaark), we finally made it back into the arms of our number 1 human and general outstanding being; Oli.
"Daddeeee Daddeeee", squealed Blake as she burst through the double doors and into his arms. It was so corny, I would have definitely laughed had I been an airport bystander.
After spending a few moments smiling like idiots and kissing like teenagers, we loaded up the car and headed home. The house was in tip top shape, every surface was gleaming and every weed had been decapitated. Oli had been a busy man. And I was a very happy lady. Hello Bed!! Hello Couch!! Hello Shower!! Hello Wardrobe!! Hello Healthy Food! Hello Routine! Boy had I missed you all.
The two weeks we spent away were so bittersweet, on the one hand- seeing everyone and eating everything in sight was tremendous, and on the other- being away from Oli and the comforts of our home was much much harder than I imagined it would be. So when we arrived home, after visiting home, it created a strange situation upstairs in my head.
Where is home?
Being in the Mount didn't feel like home. It felt familiar, and homely, but it didn't feel like home. Yet at the same time, I would never call Perth "home". I guess I came to the realisation, that home could be anywhere, as long as we are all together. One unit. It was so f*^ked up being away from Oli, it totally threw me out. Those feelings were really unexpected too, I genuinely had thought "meh, it's two weeks, no biggy". Well, it was a biggy. My partner in crime wasnt there to enjoy everything with me, and it was just all kinds of wrong. On top of that, Oscar sprouted two new teeth, Blake went on a hunger strike, and I developed a serious case of insomnia which was SUPER! ** branching off that just briefly, do any mums have any tips on babies who bite whilst feeding? I swear oscars piraña teeth are going to rip my teet straight off soon. He drew blood three times today. Three times. I cried. A lot.
On the upside, I spent every day away with brilliant people. Mum, Dad and my sister Kate, Olis parents & brother and his wife + our darling niece, our grandparents, and way more friends than I realised I even had. We ate, we drank, we talked our asses off, we climbed that magnificent mountain, and the piraña and tyrant toddler soaked up attention like a sponge in the sea. Zee mission was complete.
Naturally, I took one hundred million photos, here are a select few;
Opa Jimpy with his brood
Dad & fangs
Park hangs with Henri and O
Crew
Giggles galore with these two pretty gals
Kate and I nailed our Halloween make up, and then we got nailed. Tequila shots are never a grand idea.
Luckily my hangover was spent on my grandmothers incredibly luscious green grass
Four gens
Catching up with Annah & Mel + their littlies was a wonderful day. Why oh why can't all these mothers live closer to us! We would make such a radical mums group. Hip flasks in tow...
Thankfully it's already the weekend, so we will be spending it snoozing, swimming, smooching, snuggling, sunning & saving. We tend to forget our wedding is fast approaching, and we could probably do with some monies to pay for it...
I'll be back soon folks. In the meantime, I hope you are all feeling sprightly!
Toodles,
Gem
Thought of the day "Blake offering me a bite of her food, and then proceeding to tell me I'm a "good girl" when I took a bite, was definitely the funniest thing I've heard in a while. Kids say the darndest things don't they?!"
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