Searching For A House

An ‘extra’ child, a rental house falling down around our ears and several years of hard saving has finally put us in the position of looking for a house of our own. We’ve been keeping track of the market in areas we want, even put an offer in on a place where we were pipped at the post by $4K. After we lost out on that one, and knowing what was available, we decided we would be better off building.

Now, I remember when I was 10 years old and mum and dad decided we needed a new, bigger house (and that was only with two kids!). There seemed to be endless days of being bundled in to cars, driving for hours on end looking at houses and empty blocks of land. It was the most boring thing imaginable to a young boy and seemed to last forever. Eventually they settled on an AV Jennings design and ended up buying the display home (the Crestwood Deluxe from memory).

Phee, Bert, Henry and Kennedy have no idea how lucky they have it. We’ve been looking for months and today is the first day they’ve had to come with us, and that was for a quick forty minute trip. Google has saved them the horrors of my childhood. We’ve used Google to find houses, construction companies and land. We’ve used Google Notebooks to keep track of options and questions we need to ask. We’ve used Google Docs for spreadsheets to track auction results. We’ve used Gmail (Google email) for communicating with agents and each other. We’ve used Google Calendar to plan the couple of visits we’re making to display homes and we’ve used Google Maps & Google Earth to research land options, surrounding areas and planned amenities such as schools and shops. When we finally make a decision and then move in it truly will be the house that Google built.

The Difference A Professional Makes

It’s no surprise that I like taking photos of my kids, Bert especially ’cause he just loves the camera, and there’s been a couple I’ve been really happy with over the past couple of years and though ‘gee, that’s not a bad photo’.

Well yesterday we found out what a difference a professional photographer can make. Richard had his magic bag of tricks at the Grand Final BBQ and took some amazing photos. You can check out his work from the day on his website, RXA Photography.

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Trish Takes It Home

Miss Trish raises The Anthony Malloy Memorial Footy Tipping Trophy (aka The Ugliest Trophy In The World) as the winner of this year’s footy tipping competition.

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Well done Trish, but everyone is now fired up to take it off you next year.

News Nappers

One of our little luxuries is to have The Age delivered on the Weekend, it’s great to have it waiting there for you when you wake up and you can start the day properly with coffee and the sports section.

This morning we heard the car pull up and the double thud of the papers landing in the drive. Excellent. Ten seconds later the car was back, door open, scamper scamper, door closed and car drives off. Fair enough, they must have delivered the wrong paper and were replacing it. We both rolled over and tried to ignore the grumbling babies and kids.

How naive we were.

Some dastardly rat had pulled over and nicked our paper.

If it happens again I’m going to have to take a leaf from Daniel’s book and become a newspaper vigilante. Newspaper thieves of the inner west, you have been warned.

For My Sins

Last night was Phee’s school production. One and a half hours. Of school production.

Whatever I may have done, I’m sorry. Really I am, I’ve learnt my lesson and won’t do it, or anything for that matter, again.

I Am Not Alone!

After all these years wondering if I was the odd one out and the only person in the world with these feelings I find I am not alone. Oh the relief.

Jenny from Chalk I know exactly what you mean.

I too can not stand cotton wool – the thought of having to pick up a cotton wool ball makes me run screaming from the house like a little girl. Even typing the words puts my teeth on edge. I’m just hoping the twins are toilet trained by the time I take over their care, I don’t think that’s too much to ask at nine months old.

Oh god, I need a coffee to get over the thought of that evil white stuff.

New Season

Well the footy season is well and truly over me (Some would say it ended in May but that’s just being cruel. True, but cruel.) but that means it’s time to switch sports. My summer sport of choice begins today with the first pre-season game for my Vancouver Canucks. Yes, as the temperature heats up at least 90 of my afternoons will be spent listening to a game played on ice in often sub-zero temperatures.

New uniform, new season, new chance for the cup. Go ‘nucks!

And Just How Old Are We?

If the earlier and earlier nights aren’t enough to prove we are old before our time then dinner tonight proves it once and for all. It’s not what we ate, it’s the time we ate it.

5.15pm.

If that doesn’t make us grandparents straight away then I don’t know what does.

PS – Can anyone point us to a guide on building a house in Victoria? Then again I’ve been hearing about this thing called Google and I might give that a try.

My Very Own Mini Me

It’s sad enough when you dress twins alike, but when the kids are dressed like the parents that’s just a whole new level of daggy.

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(And yes, I know I was wearing the same top on Friday night, but it’s new and I love it.)