They don't even look like Christmas biscuits

Out of total frustration, I think I've tweeted a gazillion times times that my oven does not work.

All my dinners needs to be cool too based, I can't do the Cristmas ham and the landlord is taking his sweet ass time to get it fixed.

I had all the ingrediants for the biscuit icing so I thought 'why not?' 

Wait, I had everything except red food coloring so I had to use blue. Blue and green with pastel sugar balls. It wasn't Christmas themed at all.

I made the icing mixtures. The green was too runny and the blue was too thick.

Never the less we started decorating.

 

When I say we I mean me. Jonathan ate the sugar balls, licked obscene amounts of icing mixture and retreated into a sugar rush just before bed time.

Oh, I didnt mention that I just used plain milk arrow biscuits.

All in all, like most things, preperation is key. I wasn't prepared and they don't really look like Christmas biscuits.

Maybe Jonathan can have one in the morning, before daycare... Perhaps I'll drop him off before the sugar sets in.

Wicked Wednesday 17.12.2014

Yesterday I did a clear out of Jonathan's toys. You know, all the toys that are fantastic but never used and sit at the bottom of the toy chest?

He got home from daycare and never realised that I had strategically placed all the toys at the bottom of the chest on top in hope he would 'play' with them.

He did realise this morning and my super tidy lounge room turned into this within 5  minutes...

Wicked Wednesdays

Do you think he could keep still for just one photo?

Going home

You'd think I would have written many posts on my one month holiday to England. 

It's been so busy, perhaps I could have found the time, but I didn't.

Jonathan has just fallen asleep and I'm still laying here next to him, just thinking.

Thinking of the 24 hour flight home (please behave) and thinking of leaving everyone.

We always do this. Come to England and never want to go home... Back to Australia. We settle down in Australia and think how could we ever go back to England. Then back to England and floods of happiness come rushing in.

I hate that I feel so at home here. I feel like I could stay here forever, submerge myself in all her glory. So torn, but am I really? Would I still want to stay if I settled in, lived my life day to day... Work, shopping, cooking, daycare runs, cleaning, bills, stresses... Would I then long for Australia? 

I feel like I need Jonathan to spend time here. Spend a part of his childhood knowing his family here, his grandparents, aunts, uncles who all adore him, firmly plant a love for this country in him.

This Thursday could never come for all I care, but it will. I'll be sad. I am now.

There's no place like home but where is it? 

Silent Sunday 26.10.2014