The end of anything is always sad and for us the last few weeks as we packed up our belongings and prepared to move from the house that had been home to us, the Wilsons and The Gramps over the last year was exciting but also hard.
This was the house where Bell had taken her first steps. The house where I was pregnant with Jo, where I came home to with my brand, new little boy! Where Bell had moved into 'a big bed' for the first time, where she's taken baths with her little arm in a cast. The house where Jet had come as a new babe and had so much fun growing into a little boy and where he had taken his first steps! Where little boyfriends of Bell had knocked a hole in our upstairs wall! Where we'd welcomed The Gramps when they first arrived as immigrants to Oz ... where Kim and Brad and little Milz had lived with us...
I think those last couple of months we and the Wilson's were both itching to stretch our legs and move our not so babish littleuns out of our rooms into bigger and much more seperate houses but knowing that Brad would never again have my 'morning hair' imposed on him over breakfast or that 'bath time' would now be a two kid show rather than a four was really rather like shutting a book on a very good story that would never be opened again!
Well at least we have the photos to remind us!
This was the house where Bell had taken her first steps. The house where I was pregnant with Jo, where I came home to with my brand, new little boy! Where Bell had moved into 'a big bed' for the first time, where she's taken baths with her little arm in a cast. The house where Jet had come as a new babe and had so much fun growing into a little boy and where he had taken his first steps! Where little boyfriends of Bell had knocked a hole in our upstairs wall! Where we'd welcomed The Gramps when they first arrived as immigrants to Oz ... where Kim and Brad and little Milz had lived with us...
I think those last couple of months we and the Wilson's were both itching to stretch our legs and move our not so babish littleuns out of our rooms into bigger and much more seperate houses but knowing that Brad would never again have my 'morning hair' imposed on him over breakfast or that 'bath time' would now be a two kid show rather than a four was really rather like shutting a book on a very good story that would never be opened again!
Well at least we have the photos to remind us!
The littlest imps discovering the many uses of 'sand'!
The jungle cat stalks an unsuspecting pink chair(which ALL three inmates would fight over simultaneously if given half a chance!)
The beanstalk ... well we never claimed to be entrepreneurs at weeding!
We ended up leaving it there in the end ... it blended in so well with the other trees!!
Hooning about the halls!Nothing skates better than wheels on tiles!!
And nothing cools bare butts faster!
The laundry 'helpers'
Hijacking the clotheship!
Until suddenly all the packing was done and it was our very last night...but could there possibly have been a more fun way to end it all?!!
Wenty you'll be missed!
