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  • While the Woogs are away, Newbie Bloggers will play

    While the Woogs are away, Newbie Bloggers will play

    mum and baby swimmingWHILE Mrs Woog is on holidays, newbie bloggers are taking over the WORLD! Well, Woogsworld, at least. After raising my hand for a guest spot, I put my best pen forward – and then ran out of paper. So I scribbled something down on an old napkin.

    Hey, who am I kidding? This has been more stressful than some of the toughest celebrity interviews I’ve done. And I’ve interviewed Tex Perkins under the influence. This one raised my heart rate not merely because Mrs W’s pageviews widget kept burning holes in my eyes (this morning it stands at 778,118), but also because last night some silly fool decided to hit the “update’’ button on the blog theme and threw the entire site out. Whoops!

    Then there’s the little matter of “the list’’. I have a little list of my dream blogs to guest post on. Woogsworld was on that list. Of course, I never imagined it would happen. That sort of thing is only reserved for people who fold her underpants and fetch her lattes – like Sawhole.

    So, if you’re interested in hearing how I went with my dream guest spot, check out Woogsworld. And let’s see if we can’t get her to 1,000,000 pageviews.

    Now, I want to hear who’s on your list? Who would you love to guest post for?

  • Uncovering the true magic of childhood – apparently

    Uncovering the true magic of childhood – apparently

     

    girl eating at pool with seagull
    Li'l Holly showing how to make a Vita Wheat magically disappear – if the seagull doesn't get it first

    IT STARTED with a tweeted conversation with Romina from Martyrhood. Her children had cracked open the magic kit and were going all David Copperfield on her – minus sawing women in half. That could get the carpet dirty.

    It brought back memories of my childhood, torturing my cousins by making their Red Skins and Milk Bottles disappear. I even tweeted “oh, how I would have loved to watch my 12-year-old self trying to make a ball disappear under a cup”. Sadly for Romina, she’d already endured this trick a number of times by her children.

    By sheer coincidence, on Christmas Day some of the O’Brien family members had put together a magic show for the rest of us. Ella even got to play the assistant, which primarily required her to stand with her hands on her hips watching the featured magician. Thankfully we didn’t have to worry about her disappearing into the back of a box or being given the straight jacket treatment inside a tank of water.

    The highlight was Ella’s uncle trying to guess which coloured block was taken out of a wooden box by his niece. The fact he had to keep referring to the instructions kind of killed the magic. The O’Briens won’t be tacking this show on the road any time soon.

    All this magic obviously began to rub off on Ella. While eating dinner the other night, she announces: “I have a magic trick for you all.’’ We all sit to attention, bar Li’l Holly who’s too busy showing how to magically make a sausage bake disappear. We waited with baited breath. This could be good. She’s really taken in the concept of magic through all the various tricks she’s witnessed.

    “Ready?’’ she asks. We nod. Ella takes a deep breath, sits up tall and says: “Look, I can talk with my eyes closed’’.

    Have you children delved into the world of magic? What’s their favourite trick?

  • Happy anniversary… to us

    Happy anniversary… to us

    wedding on train tracksIT’S 8pm and I’m indulging in a little glass of sav blanc to celebrate nine years of wedded bliss. Nine years? Far out. No. Don’t worry, I’m not going to lower myself to jokes about jail time. I’m a Mum, not a Dad.

    Last month we took the girls to Strahan, on Tassie’s West Coast, to show them the place where we exchanged vows. Long before the wedding day, I cottoned on to the fact this was going to be a longer commitment than the one we made the day we bought the box set of Entourage. And likely not always as glamorous or fun. If I had a double chocolate brownie for every challenge we’ve had to face together, he’d be married to a very different person right now. But I wouldn’t change any of it.

    Strahan, balcony, View 42 Restaurant,

    Taking the princesses to Strahan was by far the highlight of my year. Standing on the balcony, overlooking the harbour with the girls, brought tears to my eyes. Princess Ella has watched our wedding video more than 50 times. She knew all the spots. Every line spoken at each spot. She also wanted to know when the wedding was going to start and if she could play the role of the flower girl this time.

    My Christmases now have greater meaning because of that one perfect day. Add to that the fact The Bloke in The Shed proposed Christmas Eve and you’ll understand why I love Christmas. Even the memory of him proposing inside the Commodore, because I’d refused to get out and get sand in my shoes (talk about spoiling the moment), doesn’t spoil it. By the way, I made up for the sand in the shoes incident on our wedding day. See.

    Strahan, wedding, Tasmania,

    To now have two little people to help share in the joy we have for this time of year is pure bliss. I fully realise how incredibly blessed I am. I’m truly thankful.

    So, happy anniversary to my Bloke in The Shed. Here’s to hitting double figures next year. x

    Linking up with the lovely Kate Says Stuff’s Thankful Thursday. Click on the link to find out what others are thankful for this week.

  • Alphabet Photography Challenge – K

    Alphabet Photography Challenge – K

    K is for kindness, kids, kiss and our son Kyle.

    K is hiding next to him and above him!

    K is letter to find, but the question is how many is there for you to see?

    Alphabet Photography Challenge, K,

    By Lisa Wood

    My kids are my inspiration! Here is our younger son Kyle at the library. We love reading books. Visiting the library is our favourite pastime – we go at least once a week.  To connect with our family of seven, please visit New Life On The Road.

    Don’t forget to head on over to the Alphabet Photography Challenge page, where you’ll find a series of “look and find” photographs to help your child learn the alphabet.

    Linking up with My Little Drummer Boys’ Wordless Wednesday. Click on the link to check out more photo posts.

  • Carols in the Blogger Domain Party: Click here to join in

    Join us as Three Li’l Princesses hosts a Carols in the Blogger Domain Party in the palace on Saturday from 8pm. Yes, Carols doesn’t start until 8.30pm, but the delightful (OK, down right adorable) Michael Buble is on at 7pm, so there’ll be plenty of banter early. It’s a chance for those mums (and dads) who can’t get out and attend Christmas events due to family committments (ie, you’re stuck at home with the kids) to have some fruit punch and gossip in our gowns (ah, dressing gowns) and slippers (just so you know, we’re not talking Cinderella slippers, either) as we wait with baited breath for the big fat man (or Hugh Sheridan, rather).

    The night will involve Christmas giveaways, silly quizzes, daggy videos, some rather ridiculous Santa photos, courtesy of The Bloke in The Shed, and a live cross to Mr Buble himself (I could possibly be using some creative license there).

    Simply click on the link below on carols night and start chatting. Feel free to come and go as you please. We’re all mums, so we understand that getting children to bed comes first.

    If you have an iPhone you can also download a free app to use with the blog at the iPhone app store or on www.coveritlive.com

  • How one little boy’s wish changed my Christmas

    How one little boy’s wish changed my Christmas

    Birthday girlTHERE was a post half written on a little tiny notepad as I cooked homemade pizza with Princess Ella for dinner tonight. In between cutting up the sweet potato, zucchini, mushrooms and eggplant, I jotted down thoughts quickly before Ella’s incessant need to tell me the same knock knock joke repeatedly ruined my train of thought. That, or her baby sister waking.

    It started off with how the big guns know too well we’ve all got our purse strings loosened a little more than usual at the moment. You see, three big companies filled our letter box this week with rather large bills, each with a due date of, yes you guessed it, December 24. Merry Christmas to us and a frugal New Year.

    However, that all went out the window at 7pm tonight. My outlook on Christmas, on life, changed when I read a Letter to Santa in The Advocate Newspaper. The letter was from eight-year-old Staci. Tears are still falling as I write this. Those bills? They’re irrelevant. Suddenly, I just want my little girl to talk my ear off – bad jokes or not.

    I’ll leave you with an extract from that letter. Merry Christmas to you all and, please, make sure you hug your babies just a little tighter tonight.

    Dear Santa,

    My name is Staci … and I am eight years old … I wish I could be one of your elves, because my wish for Christmas is to have my baby brother back. He died in July of HLH. If we could have Joey back, Dad and Mum wouldn’t be sad anymore. Please take a gift to heaven for Joey. He loves teddy bears and cows and trucks.

    Thank you very much.

    Love Staci

    *UPDATE*: I’ve since discovered little Staci is actually a boy, not a girl, and so have changed the title accordingly. Also, on December 16, The Advocate did an inspiring interview with Staci and his family.