I kind of have things under control now, since the twins are potty trained and walking now. Rhianon is my little dreamer. Wistfully away with the fairies….like her dad.



While Ryder is pure mischief. My pet name for him is Chucky hahaha.
Or Damien.



He’s pure trouble that boy.
Hang on, phone’s ringing…again. One night it rang at 2.30am! I thought something bad must have happened and it was some idiot from a music place who’d heard I was interested in music. I’d love to know who gave them this information?

‘oh hi mum….yes they’re good….you saw what?....a girl you made over 15 years ago….and she hasn’t aged?’



‘.....she must just look like her……it’s not possible mum, I think you’re eyes are playing tricks again….you can’t be telling me it’s the exact same person…..maybe you should consider getting glasses….no I know you’re not that old mum…
….oh jesus, I have to go, Evan has just come home from work and he’s singing to the world again…’



‘…and there’s a neighbour jogging past, just to make that picture look all the more sane….i can hear you laughing mum…it’s not funny you know…it’s embaressing….the look on her face is priceless. She doesn’t know what to make of him….i need my camera….’



‘….now she’s doing a runner…I don’t blame you honey, run for it hahaha….’



‘yes i know that's my fiance i'm talking about….ok mum I really have to go, I have some people coming over for dinner…..oh just some neighbour I met when we moved in….and she’s bringing a friend…..yes mum…..love you too….bye mum’

‘Hi hun, how was your day?....if you’re done serenading the street can you help me fix dinner?’
‘yep, I’ll just have a shower’