we have a 3 boy!

we adventured to kawakawa for isaiah’s third birthday celebration, riding the train and having a celebration at the park…

our boy is cheeky, fun and so interactive right now, he loved being on the train and let’s us know he is three now! he had his ‘jump off’ from his daycare on thursday last week which means he will move onto the 3-5 year old place within the same care provider, this will start in late january.

it’s awesome to see his character really take shape and realise he is so capable in lots of ways. we can have our challenges too and are learning to set strong boundaries and good routines. being consist is the key!

we love you, isaiah kenneth. you make our days so much brighter!

:: holding on to the good :: 

together

it’s such a joy to see little cousins together, calling for each other and giving away hugs whenever possible. we had a great time with my brother, sister-in-law and beautiful niece visit today…

isaiah started off from being woken up from his mid-afternoon nap, so needed to warm up to our visitors. by the end he was sitting on the couch with uncle matt watching ‘ball’, running around with his cousin with toys being shared and sneaking snacks together. it was a real breath of fresh air to have family come to hang out. they are our first visitors apart from our parents to our new home. it’s nice to know they know where we are now.

cool mornings, with gorgeous sunny days have been the norm this week and i am silently praying this is all winter is cracked up to be here in the mid north. the cool winds are nothing to the sun that has poured down on us this week. glorious, i whisper with baited breath.

:: holding on to the good ::

mother’s day | 2015

motherhood defines you. if you are a mother, you hold on to that moment {and the moments} that changed your identity and your destiny so close because suddenly your heart is moving and living outside of you. it’s an incredibly humbling and raw journey to be on.

mum’s you rock!




today was a beauty day of sleep ins, snuggles with my boys and then breakfast. our church celebrated mother’s day in such a honouring and fun way. we then had a picnic by the river and fed the ducks. you can see isaiah’s confidence grow through the pictures, such an example of my little boy’s character. i am so incredibly proud of who he is becoming.

hubby spoiled me with gifts and doing special jobs to make me relax and refresh. thank you so much for a great day today.

some days i question whether i can actually do it! but i’ve realised that’s an aspect of the journey, always wanting to do your best and sometimes letting your best be enough… it’s the rawness all mother’s will understand.

love to the mama’s; the strong ones, the needy ones, the silent ones, the grieving, and waiting-to-be mamas, the mamas who choose to play that part for others, to the never-forgotten mamas, the mamas we can take for granted. you rock!

:: holding on to the good ::

autumn equinox

the march equinox marks the moment the sun crosses the celestial equator – the imaginary line in the sky above the earth’s equator – from south to north. this happens on the 20th this year

we make every effort possible to make friday afternoon’s family time and something to look forward to {and some spontaneous events thrown in}.
today felt special. a moment when you can step back after a mammoth week and take a moment to be thankful for where you are and who you are with. 
autumn is here and it is vivid but still holds the warmth of the north. 
we are loving it. 
:: holding on to the good ::

our city escape weekend

moments captured from a long weekend escape to auckland, 2 hours south of our home town and the largest city in aotearoa. it was so nice to spend time in amongst a bustling city {albeit the traffic was not so enjoyable!} we stayed at my mum’s new house and enjoyed time together exploring some local markets, eating local produce and the beautiful areas out west.

when we returned to nz, my mum {my hero} returned to her roots, west auckland. she had an amazing opportunity to join a social organisation that was just what she had been waiting for but also be closer to my gran. i have always been hugely proud of my mum and the amazingly giving and encouraging person she is. so getting to spend time with her was special.

i love the tranquil view of the child’s swing hanging from a strong, healthy tree. we passed that property to travel down the road to my mum’s home nestled in the waitakare ranges. to me the moment right there is true tranquility. a nice reminder of childhood and the times i used to go and jump on our rope swing down from the house.

isaiah’s language is really coming along at the moment and i chuckle to myself because he refers to {meema} as mum. i think because that’s what i call her. we go through all the names of our immediate families and when I ask {what does meema say?} he always answers {mum!}. he is really bonding with her and was giving her lots of hugs this weekend.

welcome december! i hope you all had a relaxing weekend and are anticipating a great month ahead for our last one of 2014… crazy hey?

:: holding on to the good ::

our city escape weekend

moments captured from a long weekend escape to auckland, 2 hours south of our home town and the largest city in aotearoa. it was so nice to spend time in amongst a bustling city {albeit the traffic was not so enjoyable!} we stayed at my mum’s new house and enjoyed time together exploring some local markets, eating local produce and the beautiful areas out west.

when we returned to nz, my mum {my hero} returned to her roots, west auckland. she had an amazing opportunity to join a social organisation that was just what she had been waiting for but also be closer to my gran. i have always been hugely proud of my mum and the amazingly giving and encouraging person she is. so getting to spend time with her was special.

i love the tranquil view of the child’s swing hanging from a strong, healthy tree. we passed that property to travel down the road to my mum’s home nestled in the waitakare ranges. to me the moment right there is true tranquility. a nice reminder of childhood and the times i used to go and jump on our rope swing down from the house.

isaiah’s language is really coming along at the moment and i chuckle to myself because he refers to {meema} as mum. i think because that’s what i call her. we go through all the names of our immediate families and when I ask {what does meema say?} he always answers {mum!}. he is really bonding with her and was giving her lots of hugs this weekend.

welcome december! i hope you all had a relaxing weekend and are anticipating a great month ahead for our last one of 2014… crazy hey?

:: holding on to the good ::

around our neighbourhood

we have been back in new zealand for seven weeks now and in this time i have found my camera not too far from my reach. if i need to get out of the house, i jump in the car and go and find a new road to drive down and stop to enjoy this beautiful area we find ourselves in…

it hasn’t been hard to find rolling green hills and stunning picturesque scenes that are a far cry from our inner city dwelling for the last four years. 
spring has finally sprung and we are enjoying more temperate weather {and more rain as i type this post!}, blues and greens embrace and cleanse my thoughts with each exploration. 

 {i sent the above photo into one of our local newspapers, it was published on Thursday Sept 25!}

i am so thankful for capturing these scenes, and through this process falling for this area. it really is so majestic and peaceful.

tangihua are the mountain ranges that over arch this countryside and from hubby’s new school, the words ‘ka tu i te ao, ka tu i te po’ ring true. Tangihua stands firm in the day and firm in the night.

around our neighbourhood

we have been back in new zealand for seven weeks now and in this time i have found my camera not too far from my reach. if i need to get out of the house, i jump in the car and go and find a new road to drive down and stop to enjoy this beautiful area we find ourselves in. 
it hasn’t been hard to find rolling green hills and stunning picturesque scenes that are a far cry from our inner city dwelling for the last four years. 
spring has finally sprung and we are enjoying more temperate weather {and more rain as i type this post!}, blues and greens embrace and cleanse my thoughts with each exploration. 

 {i sent the above photo into one of our local newspapers, it was published on Thursday Sept 25!}

i am so thankful for capturing these scenes, and through this process falling for this area. it really is so majestic and peaceful.

tangihua are the mountain ranges that over arch this countryside and from hubby’s new school, the words ‘ka tu i te ao, ka tu i te po’ ring true. Tangihua stands firm in the day and firm in the night.

To relive it again

Yes there are the obvious ones;

my wedding day – such a day of fulfillment
when my son was placed on my chest – that feeling of pure love and awe cannot be seconded
when I graduated university- after a good four years of struggle and determination
being proposed to on top of a mountain – turning around to my love on one knee with a beautiful ring and forever in his eyes

All those and many more are the pinnacles; the absolute top of the mountain moments. I can hold onto those memories and feelings so powerfully.

But what I have decided I would love to revisit means we will have to venture back some years… To an old white house in the middle of a large farm on a quiet road, that led to a little scottish town, in little old Northland, NZ.

There you would see a family gathered around a long rimu table, sharing a roast dinner, the plates and cutlery all mismatched and well-used, the kids sitting along bench seats with mum and dad at each end. This would not be a quiet or serious occasion but a time of chatting, and of eating and laughing.

Dad would be making sure you used your manners and held your knife and fork right and didn’t swing on the chair. Mum would serve good hearty helpings and as you beamed with pride at the yummy food provided.

Grace would be said in fervent unison at the start and chats about school would open up to talks about who was play where for Saturday sport, and then finally ‘you have to eat all you food if you want to get dessert’ would be added as food would start to be pushed around the plate or elbows would knock against each other. The smell of sweet somethings ready in the oven, golden dumplings or chocolate pudding might be served up if you finished.

Scruffy feet would be swinging under the table, where the black little dog would snuffle up floor offerings from little energetic limbs. There would be warmth, love and trust all woven together around that family room. This being a very usual custom of the time but a moment that epitomized the loss and all that would change.

I would love to revisit that feeling of being altogether again Before it was peeled away to some distant memory and fond accounts of ‘life on the farm’. Being altogether – innocent, without a care in the world, before everything changed and lives were torn up. When suddenly it was all different, and  when thoughts were raised, echoes of unanswered questions were all that remained.

Oh to relive it again.

To relive it again

Yes there are the obvious ones;

my wedding day – such a day of fulfillment
when my son was placed on my chest – that feeling of pure love and awe cannot be seconded
when I graduated university- after a good four years of struggle and determination
being proposed to on top of a mountain – turning around to my love on one knee with a beautiful ring and forever in his eyes

All those and many more are the pinnacles; the absolute top of the mountain moments. I can hold onto those memories and feelings so powerfully.

But what I have decided I would love to revisit means we will have to venture back some years… To an old white house in the middle of a large farm on a quiet road, that led to a little scottish town, in little old Northland, NZ.

There you would see a family gathered around a long rimu table, sharing a roast dinner, the plates and cutlery all mismatched and well-used, the kids sitting along bench seats with mum and dad at each end. This would not be a quiet or serious occasion but a time of chatting, and of eating and laughing.

Dad would be making sure you used your manners and held your knife and fork right and didn’t swing on the chair. Mum would serve good hearty helpings and as you beamed with pride at the yummy food provided.

Grace would be said in fervent unison at the start and chats about school would open up to talks about who was play where for Saturday sport, and then finally ‘you have to eat all you food if you want to get dessert’ would be added as food would start to be pushed around the plate or elbows would knock against each other. The smell of sweet somethings ready in the oven, golden dumplings or chocolate pudding might be served up if you finished.

Scruffy feet would be swinging under the table, where the black little dog would snuffle up floor offerings from little energetic limbs. There would be warmth, love and trust all woven together around that family room. This being a very usual custom of the time but a moment that epitomized the loss and all that would change.

I would love to revisit that feeling of being altogether again Before it was peeled away to some distant memory and fond accounts of ‘life on the farm’. Being altogether – innocent, without a care in the world, before everything changed and lives were torn up. When suddenly it was all different, and  when thoughts were raised, echoes of unanswered questions were all that remained.

Oh to relive it again.