<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2009 13:09:54 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Family Goulding</title><description>There were once two teenagers who met and fell in love in the March of 1993. They married 6 years later, had two beautiful children, bought and sold two houses and and then bought property in Tasmania, where they planned to live a simpler, more sustainable lifestyle and give their children the best opportunities possible.</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-7013751896270250556</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 11:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T21:54:21.248+10:30</atom:updated><title>All sorted</title><description>Rightio... our new website is well and truly up and running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fangornfarm.com/blog"&gt;www.fangornfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you there ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-7013751896270250556?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-sorted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-7766813007839130761</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Feb 2008 11:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-29T22:03:07.472+10:30</atom:updated><title>Not whether to blog, but where!?</title><description>I was blogging on Fangornfarm.com, using iBlog, until that stopped working. It doesn't support leopard yet, so it was just crashing whenever I tried to publish anything. Now I am using WordPress and Ecto, so I can blog offline as well. And the reason I am writing here is to say that I am trying to work out how to move my posts over there (I think it can be done fairly straightfowardly) and then I will write some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully now you can visit me at Fangorn Farm - the website, and maybe even the actual farm, some day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-7766813007839130761?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-whether-to-blog-but-where.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-6175789734793064073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T21:03:44.163+10:30</atom:updated><title>Camping...</title><description>Over the weekend we took the new truck camping. Monte wanted to pick up his peteroid motor thing that will be our new backup generator. We drove up north and camped in Sprent. The forest was very pretty, although it was terribly windy (and cold, and wet) and the trees croaked and groaned all night. We weren't very comfortable in the cold, and we didn't sleep much, as we all lay (in the same sleeping bag on the same mattress) looking up to the tent's ceiling, wide-eyed, waiting for the tent to blow us away in manner of wizard of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us 9 hours to take the west route back to Geeveston from Wynyard. It was a pretty drive, albeit long and frustratingly slow at times in the truck. It's a bit boring doing the highway thing in a big car, but it was good for Monte; he got used to the car and I am rather fond of his excellent driving, and the way the gear changes showcase is muscly arms! The dogs, who came with us, were perfectly behaved, as were the chilblains, who slept most of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of poems about logging the forests came to my mind, including phrases like "Monsters in the woods" and "My pretty drive through the forest" and "Death becomes not the forest." I didn't think I'd feel so uncomfortable seeing the logging, but I actually felt ill seeing all the logged forests, their debris heaped in menacing piles. The machines eating away at the beautiful trees was sickening - it just looked so unnatural. And the strange thing is that all this is going on at the side of the road that tourists travel on! It's sickening. I don't know what is worse - the propaganda strips or the naked logging for all eyes to see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have another rooster. He is a light sussex. I am trying to think of a male form of Lily, but only came up with Lucifer and Vanilla-Ice (Lily and Nilly?). So at present this young rooster is called 'Dickie' as well. Speaking of Dickie, he is really crowing a lot more now. It's almost annoying. I like waking to the sound of his spooky song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is lots more news, but time is short and I have other things to do today, like rest while Matty is sleeping and Georgia is at school. I went to spotlight on the weekend when we went through Launceston, and I bought some wool and a pattern book for knitting toys. So that's got me occupied for now. I have no intention of working at this stage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-6175789734793064073?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-3579253992965994058</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2008 08:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-19T19:27:22.755+10:30</atom:updated><title>OK!</title><description>Yes, the new website is now up and running. It was up and running before, but it had to be recognised by databases worldwide etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fangornfarm.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.fangornfarm.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-3579253992965994058?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-6278281200266010879</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 10:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T21:02:38.636+10:30</atom:updated><title>Swimming and Stuff</title><description>Today was quite warm - hot even! With temperatures reaching 30 degrees, we all went to the local pool and had a lovely swim! We're thinking about getting a season pass, so we can go whenever we want to. Georgia had a fabulous time and is a natural in the water. She "swam" at least 6 laps, with her noodle. She even beat me most of the time! ;) Matty was not so sure. I think the water was too cool for his liking. He clung to us tightly. He liked being lifted up and then splashing down again. It was fun because we all had the pool to ourselves. We think we might even go tomorrow because it's going to be 32!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've run out of our bandwidth, so I'm not going to post any photos onto this blog for now. We have some great shots, taken by Georgia, of the animals. She loves going around the farm, taking photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday we'll get our wind-generator, which wil be great! Monte cut down two trees today and it has opened up our 'backyard' (a small secluded, sheltered area behind the house, where we often eat dinner). He intends to chop more trees down because we will need to have 20-40 metres of cleared land in case a fire comes through (and we've already had some threats!). I am sick of running the generator, but now everything is on the batteries and we will only need to run the generator to supplement the wind and solar generators. Monte has done a wonderful job, connecting everything up! He's had a lot of help from his brother too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monte is asking me how much he is "allowed" to spend on his tractor. Then there's the new car and a trailer that we have our eyes on. Tomorrow we want to catch up with the architect. Things are not progressing as fast as we'd hoped; we had given him instructions, which he seems to have forgotten. The house will be great though. And I am looking forward to having more space, although there are a lot of things I like about having less space. It's helpful that we have a shipping container that is storing a lot of our things. However, a smaller place is easier to clean; it's easier to organise (you must!); it is easy to be power/water savvy; and we are always nice and close by each other. Yay! The bonus of having 23 acres is that when that 'close' becomes 'too close,' we can just go for a walk! It's always calming (I have already tested that theory!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-6278281200266010879?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/swimming-and-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8795047809944170600</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-14T21:53:31.948+10:30</atom:updated><title>Bonnydoon renamed to Fangorn Farm</title><description>The name change came about this evening during a BBQ dinner outside, looking at our forests. We are Lord of the Rings fans and we talk about it a lot so because of our forests, we thought this name works well. Plus, it has the advantage of alliteration, which all good names have, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a new website: &lt;a href="http://www.fanghornfarm.com/"&gt;www.fangornfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8795047809944170600?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/bonnydoon-renamed-to-fanghorn-farm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8541792704656583775</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 10:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T21:05:19.947+10:30</atom:updated><title>Why Fangorn???</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Why Fangorn? Without going into too much detail, our property consists of several - 6-7 - acres of forest. The forest is noisy and it seems to be alive! We hike in there and are reminded of the ents in Lord of the Rings. We keep expecting Treebeard to appear and lead the way! So, our farm is named after Fangorn Forest, as our forest seems magical, like that of Tolkein's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things are happening at this farm. We feel that we can actually call it a 'farm' now because we have a few animals to make it so. The goats and the chickens are keeping us entertained and occupied, having to move the goats in the morning and the evening, and letting out the chickens in the morning and putting them to bed at night. Not to mention cleaning up after the animals, feeding them etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Georgia is in charge of the chickens and she is doing a good job so far. She needs our help a fair bit; she cannot open the chookhouse door (a deliberate invention of Monte's) and she can't get the food for them all by herself (something we will have to rectify).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All our animals have names. There's d'Artagnan the kelpie, Naigee the cat, Lucy the Cavilky, who's nearly three months old and very rambunctious but sweet. Anna and Giddy are the goats. We did not name them; they came with those names. Queen Anna has a mild temperament. She is Giddy's mother. Giddy was so named because she ran around in circles at first, apparently. Now she is more placid, and she has come from running away from us as we approach to only backing away a bit if we don't have food for her. She likes apples. They both munch on them - loudly. The chickens are Dickie, named after Richard Gere because he is so handsome - at least he was, until he was attacked by a quoll. Now he is a bit dishevelled. Henny Penny is a plain old pullet who we got from a seedy poultry farm (never again!) but she lays an egg almost daily and she is very tame. Rose 1 and 2 are Rhode Island Reds. They are pullets and they are already bigger than Henny Penny. Georgia calls them the babies, and she loves holding them! Lily 1 and 2 are Light Sussexes. They are big birds and we would like to get a rooster in the same breed. We would like to breed them; we think they will make a good table and egg bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8541792704656583775?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-fangorn.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-7954520081833770026</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2008 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:38.269+10:30</atom:updated><title>Georgia starts school!!!</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwXE9XkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Sqd3LGqlOaE/s1600-h/DSCF9026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwXE9XkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Sqd3LGqlOaE/s320/DSCF9026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166786289654914626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a grown up Georgia in her school uniform&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so, my firstborn Georgia Rebecca May has grown up and wears a school uniform and goes to school and learns stuff... I can deal with this! It's only two days a week. It's only for a few hours. It's nice to have some time just with Matty (can't wait till he gets childcare though, so I can work or clean or write books :0). Yes. This is a wonderful change for our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwXE9XlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_4EPkrOTXfA/s1600-h/DSCF9023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwXE9XlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_4EPkrOTXfA/s320/DSCF9023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166786289654914642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia excited about going to school. Look at our view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first day was a great success, which doesn't surprise me. She has been to childcare since she was 6 months old. She has been to occasional care at the local kindy since she was 2. She was doing pre-entry in term 4 last year, and she is ready for school! She started the day playing playdough, and from second hand information, I know that she rode a red bike, wrote her name by herself, painted a picture, decorated her name on a poster and heard a story about a vicious rabbit or something. She ate all her food (hardly surprising) and drank all her drink, and the teacher told me she had a "lovely" day and she even wrote it in the school diary. I am impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Georgia has grown up so much. She has blossomed of late. She and I have wonderful conversations together and we enjoy bird watching together. I love her, which just goes without saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwnE9XmI/AAAAAAAAAms/_AX92qT5_oc/s1600-h/DSCF9031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwnE9XmI/AAAAAAAAAms/_AX92qT5_oc/s320/DSCF9031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166786293949881954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her current favourite hairstyle - a 'bum'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-7954520081833770026?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/georgia-starts-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QcwXE9XkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Sqd3LGqlOaE/s72-c/DSCF9026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-4706142823357149952</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2008 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:38.493+10:30</atom:updated><title>More Animals at Bonnydoon - now Fangorn Farm</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We now have four more girls - two light sussexes and two rhode island reds. The white ones are called Lily and the red ones are called Rose. Georgia named them because of their colours. Dickie should be prancing around more but Henny Penny has the upper hand. We've actually taken her out of the coop because she was being too bossy! Hmmm... I should go get her before another quoll does (we think it was a quoll or a devil that took henny penny #2). We like the light sussexes. They are big white birds and we are thinking that they will be the ones we will breed. They will be good egg birds and good table birds, because by the time they are a pullet they are big! Monte talks about roast chicken right in front of them! How inconsiderate and rude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QZqHE9XiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MCjSAVzWVZI/s1600-h/DSCF9001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QZqHE9XiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MCjSAVzWVZI/s200/DSCF9001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166782883745848866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Georgia with Rose #1 or #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QZqXE9XjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/SzfQZd-G8Go/s1600-h/DSCF9015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QZqXE9XjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/SzfQZd-G8Go/s200/DSCF9015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166782888040816178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia with Lily #1 or #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgia's job is going to be to look after the chickens. She goes into the coop in the evening and feeds them, pats them, cleans up a bit and looks for eggs. I asked Monte how many types of animals he wants. He wants "heaps." I thought that maybe we should have one child per breed of animal we have, so that the kids can look after the animals. But I won't be doing a Brangelina and have a dozen or so children! In fact, since coming here, the only thoughts I have had about having another baby are: "Gosh, no way, not yet!" I am busy enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Georgia, my baby girl, goes to school for the first time! She will be in kinder. We have bought her uniform and her books. I spent today labelling everything. I was quite frustrated with some of the brands of contact that I bought for covering the books; some just went so bumpy! I named her clothes and put little pink ribbons with beads on them on each item so she can tell hers from everybody else's. She recognises her name, but I want to be extra sure. So, my little girl is growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Matthew. Well! He's growing up too. He is so tall now, and independent. He wants to play with everything. He takes things apart, opens anything, pulls things out of boxes, drawers, doors - whatever. He keeps saying "No" too. I am trying to 'wean' him now. I would like to just do the two feeds a day - morning and night - but he seems to have the power in that domain. He gets his milk when he wants it, and the truth is that I fear that that is all I am to him - a milk machine! I see the cows, their eyes big and wide as they chew the cud whilst feeding their calf. I know how they feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-4706142823357149952?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-animals-at-bonnydoon.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R7QZqHE9XiI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MCjSAVzWVZI/s72-c/DSCF9001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8447310081472035965</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2008 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:39.907+10:30</atom:updated><title>Wedding Anniversary</title><description>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Monte and I celebrated our 9th wedding anniversary. Here's us when we were married - aged just 21 and 22!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpGLOlgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mb2l1uI9Yz8/s1600-h/wedding+reception.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpGLOlgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mb2l1uI9Yz8/s200/wedding+reception.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164205611068331522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated with a scenic drive followed by a family picnic at Margate playground aka Du Pont Bicentennial Park, where we 'fed' (under duress) ducks that made Matty cry; watched boats on the water; ate smoked salmon and cream cheese and Tasmanian yogurt; and played in a playground that is accessible to all members of the community as well as being educational!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpWLOlhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9XnhkZUzy-o/s1600-h/DSCF9029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpWLOlhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/9XnhkZUzy-o/s200/DSCF9029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164205615363298834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My chick magnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpWLOliI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_nA4giWyDQ8/s1600-h/DSCF9041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpWLOliI/AAAAAAAAAlM/_nA4giWyDQ8/s200/DSCF9041.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164205615363298850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the kids - Matty wearing his childcare hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpmLOljI/AAAAAAAAAlU/N09baYOwTMk/s1600-h/DSCF9054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpmLOljI/AAAAAAAAAlU/N09baYOwTMk/s200/DSCF9054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164205619658266162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monte and the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpmLOlkI/AAAAAAAAAlc/mIMoDEFhhAM/s1600-h/DSCF9077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpmLOlkI/AAAAAAAAAlc/mIMoDEFhhAM/s200/DSCF9077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164205619658266178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Monte and Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6r1kGLOlnI/AAAAAAAAAl0/fqBbcNFtK_w/s200/DSCF9089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164209923215496818" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6r1kWLOloI/AAAAAAAAAl8/Invsl_bF7Co/s200/DSCF9043.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164209927510464130" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exploring, laughing together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6r1kmLOlpI/AAAAAAAAAmE/FkRJp6EgE_o/s200/DSCF9047.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164209931805431442" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6r1j2LOlmI/AAAAAAAAAls/oD7vVJEAGHY/s200/DSCF9063.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164209918920529506" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My boys, the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, we have a lot to be thankful for and a lot to celebrate. We're both really happy and more relaxed as we endeavour to achieve our dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8447310081472035965?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/wedding-anniversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6rxpGLOlgI/AAAAAAAAAk8/mb2l1uI9Yz8/s72-c/wedding+reception.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8360781633198840401</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 23:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:40.636+10:30</atom:updated><title>Georgia wins Pet Parade at Middleton Fair</title><description>On Saturday we went to the Middleton Country Fair. It was a superb day! We saw animals, visited lots of stalls of homemade crafts and produce and Georgia took Lucy in the pet parade and they won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVoWLOlWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X7MYjFLOM3U/s1600-h/02-02-08_1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162908174462653794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVoWLOlWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X7MYjFLOM3U/s320/02-02-08_1519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Georgia won a scarecrow badge and some lollies because she had the cutest pet - and quite possibly she was the cutest person. She was beaming and I got teary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVomLOlXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7mpF-IKPkkI/s1600-h/02-02-08_1515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162908178757621106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVomLOlXI/AAAAAAAAAj0/7mpF-IKPkkI/s320/02-02-08_1515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Georgia had to speak to the crowd as part of the parade. She had to talk about Lucy.&lt;br /&gt;"What is your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Georgia"&lt;br /&gt;"And what type of dog do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Lucy"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what sort of dog she is?"&lt;br /&gt;[prompting from mummy] "A cavalier-silky"&lt;br /&gt;"And can she do tricks?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"I think her trick is looking cute! And what is your favourite thing about Lucy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cuddles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVo2LOlYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/1rdVzmNnJMQ/s1600-h/02-02-08_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162908183052588418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVo2LOlYI/AAAAAAAAAj8/1rdVzmNnJMQ/s320/02-02-08_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matty was a good boy too. He sat in the pram a lot of the time, but when he was 'let out' he loved to look at all the animals. In the background you can see Georgia looking at a white miniature pony with her 4 week-old foal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVpGLOlZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/27eMPbdsUaA/s1600-h/02-02-08_1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162908187347555730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVpGLOlZI/AAAAAAAAAkE/27eMPbdsUaA/s320/02-02-08_1432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Georgia pats a mini pony, and asks for one. Monte considers it and takes a card from the owners. What the?! He is also considering buying a new goat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8360781633198840401?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/georgia-wins-pet-parade-at-middleton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZVoWLOlWI/AAAAAAAAAjs/X7MYjFLOM3U/s72-c/02-02-08_1519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-4058160844795236104</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2008 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:40.737+10:30</atom:updated><title>Win some, Lose some!</title><description>Early Saturday morning I heard a commotion by our door, so I checked outside by the chook 'house' to find something rustling around with the chickens' laying box paper. A little black thing ran away, and I was sure it had taken a chook. In the morning, the headless chook lay helplessly by its laying box, and thus our first loss for this farm left us feeling sad all day! Henny Penny #1 is left alone with Dickie now, and might not be enjoying all his attentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZceWLOlfI/AAAAAAAAAk0/tuY64dwjtd4/s1600-h/DSCF9101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZceWLOlfI/AAAAAAAAAk0/tuY64dwjtd4/s320/DSCF9101.jpg" border="0" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162915699245356530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But with losses come wins, and we were granted an egg in the laying box the next day. Georgia was so excited that she walked around the property with it for about an hour. Eventually, inevitibly, she fell and the poor egg smashed, and so another loss - but not as great. In actual fact this was not our first egg; we have found three others smashed around the place. We are not sure what has taken the eggs, or the chook (wasn't d'Art), but today we will fiish making the proper chook house so our livestock and friends are safer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to add to this dilemma - last night (Sunday night) something attacked our Dickie. He has lost quite a few feathers and did not crow this morning. We have caught him and he is sleeping in the workshop, where Henny Penny has been sleeping since her friend was decapitated. We are praying that he will recover, and we think that he will, for he is a tough bird, and a beautiful, randy bird too. Maybe Henny Penny can have a rest today LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-4058160844795236104?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/win-some-lose-some.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZceWLOlfI/AAAAAAAAAk0/tuY64dwjtd4/s72-c/DSCF9101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-5111750166455782537</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2008 00:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:41.063+10:30</atom:updated><title>A day in the forest</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  On Friday I felt rather low, being rather claustrophobic and lonely. Monte, being the great man he is, would not put up with my crap, and insisted that we all took a walk into the forest to look for the creek. I agreed, not reluctantly, and I felt so much better afterwards that I wanted to do it again (after I have recovered, of course!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We walked across a few acres of pasture and stopped by some blackberry bushes, where we gorged ourselves and collected more berries for the journey. It was so much fun picking all the berries, and if we really wanted to, we could harvest a gazillion of them to make all sorts of goodies to eat and maybe even to sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZY2GLOlaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JDMY6hKqT5o/s320/DSCF9054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Georgia and me picking berries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We then spent a few hours hiking in the forest. We were constantly amazed by the beautiful thing that we own. d'Art was kept busy chasing God-knows what around the braken and wot-not. Lucy got tired pretty quickly so I just 'had' to carry her. Georgia was an excellent hiker, and we are so proud that she is tough, with great fitness and stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZaOmLOleI/AAAAAAAAAks/Rr_K_G9qzvE/s320/DSCF9081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monte and the kids in the forest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZY3GLOldI/AAAAAAAAAkk/vVYqPUVUoD0/s320/DSCF9078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just had to carry Lucy; she's just a puppy afterall ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overall it was an enlightening experience. We did not find the creek that we were searching for, but that just means we'll have to have another family adventure on our farm another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-5111750166455782537?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-in-forest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R6ZY2GLOlaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JDMY6hKqT5o/s72-c/DSCF9054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-1694758861146805006</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 22:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-29T22:13:06.459+10:30</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>As MG stokes the fire (yes, in February) I sit listening to Lucy whine at the door and Matty playing in the playbus. It is cold but beautiful and I am happy, although I am waiting for the kids' room to be ready. I am grateful for the genny so we can make our lattes each morning. I have already had 2 but I want another, and I am still in my jarmies! We really are going to have to get more logs ready for the fire, but this beaut stove burns nice and slowly and it is quite effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today d'Art got headbutted by a goat. I think Georgia took her too close to them. The new chickens are laying eggs, but we don't know where - some animal got them and ate them yesterday. We blamed d'Art. The goats are entertaining when the pick the flowers off the thistles. They use their lips to eat and it looks hilarious. Dickie is 'in' with the girls and that has been interesting, learning about the mating habits of chickens. The girls are so tame they try to roost on and near us, so each night we put them back into their coop to roost. They are now free range birds and are looking better than when we purchased them from the poultry farm. There is a niche market for organic chickens (live) so we are going to breed some hens to sell at the many markets around here. Hopefully we can breed some other animals too, and that way they can earn their keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy is so sweet and is growing every day. She is looking quite cavalier now but with mostly the colouring of a silky. Matthew and Georgia are quite happy in the playbus and Georgia periodically puts a 'cape' around her neck and 'flies' around the property - so great it is to have all this marvellous space, and, yes, even some rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-1694758861146805006?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/02/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-587838918758191904</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:42.435+10:30</atom:updated><title>Animal Farm</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160858607479067858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58Nj2LOlNI/AAAAAAAAAig/AQ8WJcdFZRY/s320/DSCF9039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and MG at Dover beach on Aussie Day. I now know where Georgia gets her gorgeous hair from!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160859045565732066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58N9WLOlOI/AAAAAAAAAio/Eth4hIdnxug/s320/DSCF9028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"look at mummy! doesn't she look funny" (ha ha) - lovely kiddies giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bonnydoon - serene despite ol' Genny* running on Jerry's** good juice. We have names for everything now. This is how we manage with all this *time*. I say this as I listen to Georgia's sleeping breaths and Genny's low rumble. Little Lucy nibbles at my toes and her soft dark curls tickle my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160858586004231314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58NimLOlJI/AAAAAAAAAiA/7ne-OxDD9ps/s320/DSCF9005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Richard aka Dickie aka Fabio&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160858598889133234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58NjWLOlLI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/sGNww_HJQFk/s320/DSCF9044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Giddy - daughter of Anna - lovely natured goat&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160858590299198626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58Ni2LOlKI/AAAAAAAAAiI/WPzLCT37iNQ/s320/DSCF9023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Anna - mother of Giddy - lovely natured but a tad skittish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160858603184100546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58NjmLOlMI/AAAAAAAAAiY/ekcND0YYZWY/s320/DSCF9072_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Georgia with Lucy-lou - Cavilky puppy age 9 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We are pleased to welcome to Bonnydoon some bonnie lasses and a handsome lad. Anna and Giddy are two (dairy) goats who are currently chowing down on some thistles. They are eating our weeds before we put them to a buck so we can get some milk. I bought some goat soap on the weekend and that would be fun to make. Handsome Richard (so named after the handsome Richard Gere) - aka Dickie is our cock-shaped alarm clock who crows at 6:20, 7:20 and 8:20am (we usually just ignore him and we wake up around 9am). He really is quite charming and roosts in a bush down in the forest. Today we acquired (bought) some pullets from the most dodgy chicken farm (actually a free range farm but dodgy all the same) and Dickie is doing a funny mating dance for the two girls, who are not interested in him in the least. They are chickens like the last ones we had (bitsas) and no, there are no plans to eat these ones - perhaps we shall eat the sons when they are around 15 weeks old. Want to come for roast chook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy-Lou (Lucy) is my new Cavilky pup. She is a cross between a cavalier and a silky. She is very sweet and affectionate and fun. I'm already training her. It's a bit odd that we got the farm dog when we lived in suburbia and the lap dog when we arrived on the farm, but since when have I been normal? My plan for Lucy is to find a cavilky mate and breed the pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is coming along - at least we hope it is. The architect is working on the drawings and I am hoping and praying and being really good in the hope that the house might be ready by next winter because all the locals are telling us how very freezing it gets here. Our neighbour even showed us photos of the 2004 snows on our hills. Eeeek! Monte is lugging wood around the place in the hope of getting a collection ready by winter, but going by most of the neighbours' wood piles, we're way behind and will most probably have to endure the winter on a tropical island like Tahiti or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are settling in well and we are so happy to have some chickens now. They really are very entertaining and Dickie just makes it even more amusing! The children are very happy. Georgia can't wait to start school in 2 weeks. I can't wait either! She needs the structure and the learning. She is doing a kindergarten level workbook at present and is working through very quickly. She's a bright spark like her father. Matthew is really cheeky and finds everything funny. He is being particularly gorgeous and I am still feeding him 3-4 times a day. He is growing a lot and is quite tall and solid with a very cute face and a big smile and a cheeky laugh. He says "ta" repetively when he wants food, but if we have chips he yells "TA" in an agro tone because he is chip mad like his mum! must. not. eat. chips. or. drink. beer. (that's me, not Matty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blissfully happy and excited about this life we have chosen. I love to sit at the table near my hillsy*** overlooking the hills and greenery and the cows. I feel so blessed to have this opportunity and I am really proud of mg who has taken everything in his stride. He seems able to do everthing and he knows so much! I am learning a lot too. So is Georgia - she drives up the driveway everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much to say and so little time. It is late now so my incoherent rambling must come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160859067040568562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58N-mLOlPI/AAAAAAAAAiw/lPr2DEY6ZGE/s320/DSCF9014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Georgia cuddles up to Anna. Very sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160859071335535874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58N-2LOlQI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hGcJj1BgZNA/s320/DSCF9087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wouldn't kiss the dog, it's just a pose. But I do find her very cute! My own little Ewok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*generator&lt;br /&gt;** jerry can of petrol &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***hills hoist&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-587838918758191904?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/01/animal-farm.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R58Nj2LOlNI/AAAAAAAAAig/AQ8WJcdFZRY/s72-c/DSCF9039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-923862302158154185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 10:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:42.681+10:30</atom:updated><title>Yay!</title><description>LOL for the first time in 3 weeks, we have internet up and running at home. No thanks to Telstra, whose wireless broadband doesn't support leopard! We installed a mac version of vista so we can be online. Monte's brother Chris has been a great help in sourcing info for us regarding internet and our power supply. You go man!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am at long last - internet widow for one. Blogging in the comfort of my own home too! Monte's chai tea has gone cold, and I miss our candlelit supper tonight! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no more to say; perhaps now people might catch me on ichat or skype! With the webcam on, I should attempt to fix up my relaxed appearance. Go trackies! Go messy hair! Go makeuplessness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5XNGCHYPpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wO_aWNZIknQ/s320/Photo+112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158254451753500306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, I didn't mean to look glum when this photo was taken. I remember it was bright, and I was mesmerised by the views and the clouds. No, really, I AM happy! In actual fact, yesterday I had an epiphany. I sat on a blanket alone, looking over the hills (in backgound of this pic) and thought to myself that I live in the best possible spot on the planet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-923862302158154185?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5XNGCHYPpI/AAAAAAAAAh4/wO_aWNZIknQ/s72-c/Photo+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-608914274533222603</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:43.116+10:30</atom:updated><title>Update</title><description>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5QiXiHYPiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SoBRxymQJo0/s400/DSCF9049.JPG" border="0" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157785260936150562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the best picture I have ever taken. Matthew is a real country feller in his overalls, with his trusty companion d'Artagnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5QjTyHYPlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KiNz7In8870/s1600-h/DSCF9105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5QjTyHYPlI/AAAAAAAAAhY/KiNz7In8870/s400/DSCF9105.JPG" border="0" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157786296023268946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we arrived at the property, the first thing we did was walk the top perimeter. That's everybody, including the cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5QjUSHYPmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bem4nr_VWKg/s1600-h/DSCF9014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5QjUSHYPmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bem4nr_VWKg/s400/DSCF9014.JPG" border="0" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157786304613203554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was Monte's birthday the day we arrived. We celebrated midnight with a cake and some Moet! And yes, Georgia did stay up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5Qi5SHYPjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3frkpfR1OoA/s1600-h/DSCF9027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5Qi5SHYPjI/AAAAAAAAAhI/3frkpfR1OoA/s400/DSCF9027.JPG" border="0" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157785840756735538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monte is building a power station. Here, the children are thinking that it is a cubby house, but in actual fact, their cubbyhouse will be down in the next paddock, under (or in) a 150 year-old blackwood tree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5Qi5yHYPkI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q2FTpNbg7Mc/s1600-h/DSCF9113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5Qi5yHYPkI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/Q2FTpNbg7Mc/s400/DSCF9113.JPG" border="0" name="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157785849346670146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is me on the day we arrived. I am standing in front of my very own forest. It is divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are thrilled that we sold our house at the price we wanted at auction last weekend. We are looking forward to getting things moving with the building of our new house. I'm sure it will take time! Life is good. We are very happy. In a moment we will go for a little drive in the country. It's all so relaxing and peaceful here, although cows are quite noisy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-608914274533222603?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/01/possibly-best-picture-i-have-ever-taken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R5QiXiHYPiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/SoBRxymQJo0/s72-c/DSCF9049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-5238358469062588856</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 02:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-18T13:03:12.306+10:30</atom:updated><title>Finally an Update!</title><description>Ok, so we're here in Tasmania. We don't have internet at home yet. Actually, we have the internet, but the internet doesn't support Mac OS10.5 yet, so poo to Telstra. We're all sitting in the local online centre, which is very flash. Georgia is playing games and Matthew is feeding a baby dolly with a toy bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SO much to say. I just don't have the time to do it. So I will use lists at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;evening cups of tea by candlelight with my husband, as we debrief the day etc&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rigging up the coffee machine and enjoying my two lattes before I can function&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sleep ins! Don't know why or how, but we all sleep in till about 8:30-9:00!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outdoor dining. We have two set-ups - one for cool days and one for warmer days. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful cool-warm weather&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing friends the Smiths a few times a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our views!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting to know cows. They are pretty cool!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lowlights:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;none, except for poor phone reception, no internet, no tv. But these are not really lows! They're not even inconvenient!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What we have done on the 'cabin.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned a lot!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put in a toilet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;putting in a kitchen sink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;set up our furniture - it is all comfortable and feels like home. Washing and dishes etc are all easy and it's going really well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have set the bus up as a playroom - very cool - and have put the leather lounges in there too. It's comfy enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the land is doin':&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're getting in cows soon to chew the grass down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We planted a vege patch but wallabies and rabbits ate the lettuce (no derr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We've planted citrus, olives, avocado and some other fruit trees&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The house:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've met the architect and it's coming along. We've chosen the house site. It's going to be a big house! I am loving the smaller cabin but more rooms will be good so we can fit in more kids and more books! We've opted out of strawbale for several reasons and we will be using hebel blocks on a waffle-pod foundation. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How we are all feeling:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're all feeling great. I am really happy but I have certainly had a few flat days, when it seems a bit hard to unpack everything and settle in. I think I miss working but am too busy to consider it at this stage. Monte is loving the hard work and he is losing weight and looking fantastic! He's really tanned and is making me feel so happy. He is going out of his way to make a home for us all. Georgia is tanned too; my little porcelain girl is going brown. She loves the farm and the dog. She is helpful around the farm. She follows Monte around and helps him as much as possible. She loves putting things away and helping me with the jobs too. Matty is gorgeously happy too. His hair is getting long and is very curly. He is talking a lot. He plays very nicely. We're all a bit nervous about the auction tomorrow but we are assuming all will go well. We are also all excited about meeting our new baby girl "Lucy" who is going to be either a border collie or a king charles cavelier spaniel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TTFN (tata for now!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-5238358469062588856?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2008/01/finally-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8433143464976442080</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-26T11:56:14.445+10:30</atom:updated><title>Christmas Day!</title><description>We had a marvellous Christmas day yesterday. It was great celebrating the special time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out my photos of Christmas &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=21622&amp;amp;l=a2eb8&amp;amp;id=715409761"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I will post some photos to my blog when I have some free time. Like, in 2023, according to my BIL, Russell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8433143464976442080?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-had-marvellous-christmas-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8870091643351902026</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 09:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:43.251+10:30</atom:updated><title>Freaking out...</title><description>Our house is on the market.  It's on the web now. We have done a lot of work and we're just finishing it off before we leave. You can see it  by clicking &lt;a href="http://http://www.realestate.com.au/cgi-bin/rsearch?a=o&amp;amp;id=104531932&amp;amp;f=10&amp;amp;p=10&amp;amp;t=res&amp;amp;ty=&amp;amp;fmt=&amp;amp;header=&amp;amp;c=78106423&amp;amp;s=sa&amp;amp;tm=1198188900"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R24wXCHYPfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0F3pf9OhXs4/s1600-h/DSCF9057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R24wXCHYPfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0F3pf9OhXs4/s400/DSCF9057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147104596393999858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R24wXiHYPgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xQfYkcLSB8A/s1600-h/DSCF9028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R24wXiHYPgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/xQfYkcLSB8A/s400/DSCF9028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147104604983934466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We even put lawn out the back. This photo of Georgia watering the lawn could go in a time capsule. We have a permit to water the lawn, but it has been raining lately, so we are happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're leaving for Tassie in 6 days. The house is being packed up. There's a bit of mess, but it's just stuff that needs to be packed, given away or thrown out. We have 97 boxes so far - of various sizes - and there is more to do still. I have been feeling quite sick and stressed all day today. Thank God for Monte's dad and my friends Andrew, Jules and Amanda who were here today to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is not 100%. I am not sure what his issue is. It might be teeth, but he didn't sleep well last night and I am exhausted. Georgia senses that something is different, obviously, and has been really out of sorts. I give the children as many cuddles and attention as I can, but boxes need to be packed, and there is a lot to do, and I can't wait to have all the time in the universe to give just to them. I am looking forward to not working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's us... we are hoping for a joyous Christmas, and we hope to be more relaxed. I am expecting to enjoy the day and I want to be almost low key about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8870091643351902026?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/12/freaking-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R24wXCHYPfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/0F3pf9OhXs4/s72-c/DSCF9057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-8496016534094999099</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:43.492+10:30</atom:updated><title>Christmas Angels</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First,  get an angel...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGcCHYPaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZqAtbXB9E54/s1600-h/DSCF9893.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGcCHYPaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZqAtbXB9E54/s400/DSCF9893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144314121782050210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Georgia is one form of the Christmas Angel: excited, happy, joyful, full of life and energy and beautiful in every way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGcyHYPbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/X8XfdFAJ5WY/s1600-h/DSCF9849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGcyHYPbI/AAAAAAAAAgI/X8XfdFAJ5WY/s400/DSCF9849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144314134666952114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew is another type of Christmas angel: gorgeous, happy and gets into everything. Loves exploring the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to make a Christmas Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First, get a paper doily.&lt;br /&gt;Draw a head and arms like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGdSHYPcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mdwhugAyArg/s1600-h/DSCF9841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGdSHYPcI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mdwhugAyArg/s400/DSCF9841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144314143256886722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cut a quarter off the doily as pictured, but don't throw it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGdyHYPdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/dnoAlYeTSaA/s1600-h/DSCF9842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGdyHYPdI/AAAAAAAAAgY/dnoAlYeTSaA/s400/DSCF9842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144314151846821330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turn the doily to make a cone.&lt;br /&gt;Cut the cutt-off in halves and attach as wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGeCHYPeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/CdvNT8-HxPg/s1600-h/DSCF9843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGeCHYPeI/AAAAAAAAAgg/CdvNT8-HxPg/s400/DSCF9843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144314156141788642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;We thought we'd write people's names on them and use them as table seating cards this year. These are fun and easy to make, espcially for little hands! Georgia decorates them with glitter, stickers and pens and pencils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-8496016534094999099?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-angels.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R2RGcCHYPaI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZqAtbXB9E54/s72-c/DSCF9893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-5808117938180873475</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Dec 2007 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:43.766+10:30</atom:updated><title>Christmas Wishes</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R18CsusUn6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/sQXogAfc8Qs/s1600-h/xmas+card+2+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R18CsusUn6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/sQXogAfc8Qs/s400/xmas+card+2+08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142832266951827362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a Happy and Safe Christmas Season!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a busy and eventful year for us this year, with the sale of our first home, the purchase of our property in Tasmania, plus a few holidays in Tassie to 'test the waters.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Georgia continued at occasional care at the local kindy, and even started pre-entry in term four. Matthew has been at childcare, with Georgia, one day a week, but at the end of each day he is very clingy and needs lots of cuddles with mummy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca returned to work, teaching English at Westminster, part-time. Now she has resigned and is looking forward to spending more time with the children. Monte has been busy, running his business, plus renovating the two houses and looking after the children when Rebecca works. He makes dinner most nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our plans for the Festive Season are not very festive, I'm afraid! We're busy packing and completing the final touches to our house. We will be putting it on the market in early January. After Christmas, we will pack our belongings into a shipping container, which will arrive in Tasmania a week after we arrive. We are leaving Adelaide on December 30th, arriving on the 31st, Monte's Birthday, so we can celebrate and bring in the new year on our property. If we don't open a bottle of Moet I will scream, but on 23 acres, who will hear me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I feel: relieved to have finished work. I have already got things more organised at home. I love teaching, but I am excited about not 'having' to work if I don't want to! I am really sad to be leaving my family and friends here in Adelaide. I will really miss Amanda especially, as we see eachother a few times a week, and we watch 'Greys Anatomy' together, and I will miss that. I will miss being able to just 'pop in' to see our parents too. But I am really excited about having people to stay, as spending some quality time with people will surely beat a few short visits here and there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am exhausted; packing things, organising things and thinking about it all is tiring. thankfully, the children are being wonderful. They play beautifully together and are mostly well behaved. At the end of the day, Georgia sometimes gets ratty, but is easily distracted with 'schoolwork' that I give her, or crafts (she always wants to make stuff). Matthew is learning to throw tantrums, but as long as I let his head land on the ground softly, I just walk away. He'll grow out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our house is a mess and I am anxious to tidy it and get some photos taken for our real estate agent. We are giving away a lot of things. We are hoping all our stuff fits in the shipping container (it will).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, Merry Christmas to you. I think this Christmas will see mixed emotions in this Goulding Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-5808117938180873475?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R18CsusUn6I/AAAAAAAAAfs/sQXogAfc8Qs/s72-c/xmas+card+2+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-3706977027970432583</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:44.823+10:30</atom:updated><title>It has begun!</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Season,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140053165413277490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UjHusUnzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BbuOVCBSOGw/s320/DSCF9801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Georgia awaits patiently for the big day, eager to "spend time with my family because I love them," and to see the 'surprise' that Father Christmas might bring! She dances and sings for the Christmas tree. She even hugs it. She tells stories with the ornaments. She is loving making cards and decorations for her family and friends. She reminds me of the joy I had (and have) when it's Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After dinner each night, we cross off the current day on our calendar in an effort to count down the days until Christmas, and, more importantly, the day we leave for Tasmania (December 30th)!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140053143938440962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UjGesUnwI/AAAAAAAAAec/OVN4oJQEM84/s320/DSCF9755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In our house, we traditionally decorate the Christmas tree on the first weekend of December. It so happened that that weekend fell on the first two days of December this year! Here, Georgia and Matthew decorate excitedly. Matthew enjoyed his first experience of tree decorating and was very helpful (no, really), and Georgia loved making up stories for each ornament! Yes, their t-shirts match. I can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140053156823342866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UjHOsUnxI/AAAAAAAAAek/1EWJhIgthxg/s320/DSCF9756.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Matthew decorates (and undecorates) the tree.  No matter what he does, we find him adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140053161118310178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UjHesUnyI/AAAAAAAAAes/qXyvXzZWF_M/s320/DSCF9761.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Georgia poses near the tree, next to her favourite ornament, a pink ballerina that Auntie Sophie gave her for Christmas last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140054333644382018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UkLusUn0I/AAAAAAAAAe8/pX02qV2nSVs/s320/DSCF9792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Uncle Fran, Dad and Monte decorate the big Christmas tree outside Nanny and Gramps' house. Georgia was fascinated when the lights went on. She stood and stared for a while, then danced and sang for the tree. Gorgeous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140054337939349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UkL-sUn1I/AAAAAAAAAfE/MG9rWKglPAo/s320/DSCF9793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nanny reads a few Christmas stories to Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140054342234316642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UkMOsUn2I/AAAAAAAAAfM/jyP6ovjsa6w/s320/DSCF9795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A hot and curly-haired Matthew eats his dinner. And the mozzies ate him, but he doesn't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140054350824251266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UkMusUn4I/AAAAAAAAAfc/1NNiUBs-RiA/s320/DSCF9802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Finally, a view I will miss. This is of the tree above my parents' deck. I like to sit on the deck and look at this tree, which occasionally houses a koala. But, I am thinking that soon, I will create my own view from a deck. And that is very exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't wait to have my own Christmas, with food from my own property. I hope to one day do my own ham! I want to make salads and lush vegie dishes from the food from my own vegie garden. I want to bake and cook in my big country kitchen, and decorate the Christmas tree in a sun-filled lounge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now, I will continue to pack boxes, wrap gifts, sort papers and clothes and try to relax, for I have just 26 days left in Adelaide and I want to survive them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-3706977027970432583?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-has-begun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R1UjHusUnzI/AAAAAAAAAe0/BbuOVCBSOGw/s72-c/DSCF9801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-6115449036704898007</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 10:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:45.873+10:30</atom:updated><title>Playing Cars</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I get some time for just Matty and me, I like to play cars with my boy! Matthew is showing lots of interest in playing cars, although he does also like dolls and barbies. He loves blocks. He loves taking things apart and working out how they fit together. He wants to learn how everything works. He is great fun! Anyway, he and I were playing cars. It was great fun. I enjoyed it as much as he did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137470120916436178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v12wFoRNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wNRV79xZQ_Q/s320/DSCF9700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Matthew and his new favourite toy, Thomas. Thomas is a pull back train, so he gets lost easily. Like asking d'Art "Where's the ball?" We ask Matty "Where's Thomas" and he gets excited. Note the cute navy sandals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v12wFoROI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0D64JaF5f4Q/s1600-h/DSCF9704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137470120916436194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v12wFoROI/AAAAAAAAAdI/0D64JaF5f4Q/s320/DSCF9704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is piglet in a helicopter. It makes a cool noise and the piglet spins around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v13QFoRPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PiYZxQErcVE/s1600-h/DSCF9707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137470129506370802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v13QFoRPI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/PiYZxQErcVE/s320/DSCF9707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My favourite - bobble head fire engine. It used to run along when you pushed the bobble head, but it stopped doing that one day. Probably the cost of petrol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v13wFoRQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/x_9DpC0si8k/s1600-h/DSCF9708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137470138096305410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v13wFoRQI/AAAAAAAAAdY/x_9DpC0si8k/s320/DSCF9708.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Freaky-looking Scoop. A favourite, albeit a large toy that doesn't fit into the cars box. It makes a cool noise and is great for walking around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v13wFoRRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hK3jypK_zJw/s1600-h/DSCF9714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137470138096305426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v13wFoRRI/AAAAAAAAAdg/hK3jypK_zJw/s320/DSCF9714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's little Thomas. His eyes roll around. Personally, that smile freaks me out. Nobody should be that happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137471624154989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v3OQFoRSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VZ_NvZCh1DM/s320/DSCF9685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;One thing you may not know about this gorgeous lad is that he is very good at, and rather obsessed with brushing his teeth. This photo was taken just after he went to the bathroom cabinet, put toothpaste on his toothbrush, and began brushing away. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137471628449957170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v3OgFoRTI/AAAAAAAAAdw/pOoMBB6b-TQ/s320/DSCF9696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a great shot of a little dress up that my dearest friend, Mandy, gave to Matthew. He's a little dinosaur, doing dinosaur things like reaching up to the kitchen sink to ... get stuff.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137471632744924482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v3OwFoRUI/AAAAAAAAAd4/lc-isAwDWTg/s320/DSCF9680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a warm day. Georgia and Frances wanted to go swimming. So we put them in their special swimming gear and they had a paddle in the new, big, white bath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137471637039891794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v3PAFoRVI/AAAAAAAAAeA/bxNZas0xgE8/s320/DSCF9720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally, in the spirit of Christmas, Georgia and I baked some cookies today. I iced and she decorated. Very clever! Note the "Alien" which is the star with a big eyebrow (blue jellybean) and the special man with blue shoes. It almost makes me feel guilty eating them, when they are all assigned special characters! Think they look deliciously, sickly sweet? They are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For an update on our property in Geeveston go to &lt;a href="http://gettingdowntoearth.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gettingdowntoearth.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-6115449036704898007?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/11/playing-cars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/R0v12wFoRNI/AAAAAAAAAdA/wNRV79xZQ_Q/s72-c/DSCF9700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34251280.post-5631097025867369589</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Nov 2007 11:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-12T04:45:46.694+10:30</atom:updated><title>Christmas Pageant</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today mum and I took Georgia to the Christmas Pageant. It was great fun! It was a very warm day and we did lots of walking, but everything was worth the excitement to be seen on my daughter's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is about Jesus being born, but to me, what makes Christmas extra exciting is the happiness found through children, and I love making Christmas special for my children. I remember my parents making Christmas magical for me, and I hope to do the same for Georgie and Matty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYvMsqgKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BPdNBZzZWUQ/s1600-h/pageant1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175287088382114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYvMsqgKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BPdNBZzZWUQ/s320/pageant1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Georgia at Mum and Dad's house, before leaving for the "Christmas Thingy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYvssqgLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-lq4HUughSw/s1600-h/pageant3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175295678316722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYvssqgLI/AAAAAAAAAcA/-lq4HUughSw/s320/pageant3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Georgia, with flag, at the pageant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYwssqgMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/U22OhM2pjUU/s1600-h/DSCF9613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175312858185922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYwssqgMI/AAAAAAAAAcI/U22OhM2pjUU/s320/DSCF9613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Georgia and mum (nanny), inspecting the booklet to see what floats will be in the pageant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYxMsqgNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sb3fXTZ8eQQ/s1600-h/pageant4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175321448120530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYxMsqgNI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/sb3fXTZ8eQQ/s320/pageant4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Excitement on a child's face as the parade begins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYxssqgOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/dXXRP3nzeT4/s1600-h/pageant5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175330038055138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYxssqgOI/AAAAAAAAAcY/dXXRP3nzeT4/s320/pageant5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;A happy girl, enjoying the parade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131175531901518066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWY9csqgPI/AAAAAAAAAcg/52iheoJcXB8/s320/pageant6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Georgia and mum at the pageant. Both beaming!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news :) we are now booked to move to Tasmania on December 30. We are going earlier than we originally thought because Monte wants to celebrate his birthday and the New Year on our block. We are finishing up the work on our house before putting it on the market at the end of this month (fingers crossed). We are really excited. Bring it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131178074522157330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWbRcsqgRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/RPEIo5cz0VQ/s320/gg+matty2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matty and Georgie in their stripes. Happy together as usual!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131177679385166082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWa6csqgQI/AAAAAAAAAco/00VWSLDNfBs/s320/matty+mum.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matty and mum having a cuddle and a giggle before bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Matthew is really walking/running now and is being a 'real boy' in that he is playing ball and cars and all those things that boys like to do. He also enjoys reading books and drawing, and is very content. He is really happy :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34251280-5631097025867369589?l=gouldings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://gouldings.blogspot.com/2007/11/christmas-pageant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rebecca)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-4zluKA4cfk/RzWYvMsqgKI/AAAAAAAAAb4/BPdNBZzZWUQ/s72-c/pageant1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>