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Holidays would mean sun, surf, freckles, sandcastles, shells, and cheese and vegemite toasted sandwiches. The days were easy and fun and hold some of the most precious memories of my life.
With our girls now three and one, I have been keen to help them create some beach holiday memories of their own.
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Meg Hannan of Mumdainty explains the reality of New Year's Eve when you have children in tow, in her post The loudly quiet New Year.
The kids down the road (whose parents had presumably consumed far more vodka than ourselves and were missing in action), set up an alarmingly impressive arsenal of fireworks in the middle of the road and tried to literally bring the neighbourhood into the new year in a blaze of illegal glory. An entire city of police car sirens went off in almost-perfect unison, whizzing around the cracker-filled streets like a super-sized nest of really angry bees, with far too many targets for far too few stings.
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This weekend, our big boy, our ‘rainbow baby’ turns two. What I wanted to write about was the journey that led us to his arrival. The utter devastation we experienced when his big brother was born sleeping and his big sister passed away in my arms. The anxious journey we then went on during his pregnancy, the countless hospital admissions, scans and tests, each of which seemed to bring more bad news – further complications and bigger hurdles we would have to jump, in the hope of bringing him home. Then there was the journey we experienced during his six week NICU stay and the challenges we faced bringing a premature baby home.