48 Hours

Well, it’s been 48 hours of living with a jet-lagged four-year-old. I think the cat was the first to crack. At first, Dr. Amy Jones was loving the idea that – finally – here was someone who’d play the “chase the laser pointer” game with her all day long. By the afternoon of the second day, she’d taken to actively hiding from Joey lest he discover her and invent a new game. (We freaked out for ten minutes when we couldn’t find her and she wasn’t answering, thinking she’d gotten outside, when she was just cowering behind the sofa bed.) The rest of us are holding up fairly well though. Friday we walked around Victoria Park and Sydney University. Saturday we went down into the city to see my shop and then to go up Sydney Tower. After an afternoon nap, we went down to Circular Quay to walk around the Opera House. We took the ferry across to Luna Park where Joey rode a couple kiddie rides. Then we took the ferry and train over to Newtown for dinner at Mama Maria’s. The little one was conked out at that point… which meant he was up looking for his Easter basket at 6am. (I totally scored with the Hot Wheels Easter set though.) Today they’re heading out to the big Hillsong church service at Darling Harbour while we heathens have a much needed shower and rest. Onwards and upwards…


Important Note

This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.