Cold, wet and happy.

Today, along with three other families from Albury Apex, we left the glorious sunshine which had finally made its way to the Dave from Albury compound and headed to Falls Creek. We’re not regular visitors to the snow, in fact this was the first time that Mrsdave has been since well before she fell pregnant with Buster Boy, and my only recreational visit was last year’s Apex trip when we took a group of African refugees to Mt Buffalo.

Buster Boy and the Troll Princess had been excitedly looking forward to the trip, Buster Boy because of his memories of last year’s trip, the Troll Princess because Dora rescued a snow princess once (actually it’s been dozens of times, DVD repetition is the bane of a parent’s life). We hired some gear in Mount Beauty and headed up the mountain, trying all of the usual distractions that you throw out when trying to avoid the kids feeling queasy on a windy road. As we passed the sign marking ten kilometres from the village I switched to ‘who can see the first snow?’ as I knew we were nearing the area where we’d start to see it on the road side.

Well, I thought I knew. Higher and higher we drove, with no sign of snow on the roadsides or in the nearby scrub. In fact we drove all the way into the village before we saw any real piles of snow anywhere. We made our way to the aptly named Windy Corner, where the toboggan slope is located, and braved the icy squalls and grey skies. To our delight, all of the kids took to the slope with gusto, although they were far less keen on dragging their sleds back up the hill.

After plenty of trips down the hill, including all of the Dads, and then Mums, racing each other (Mrsdave won, I disgraced our family) we retired to the nearby shelter for some lunch. It was great to be out of the wind and snow for a while, and there is something sublime about communal food.

We headed out again to build some snow men, but the entire enterprise soon devolved into a snowball fight. We didn’t have long though, as the wind picked up even further, chasing us back to our cars. After a relaxing drive back down the mountain we reconvened at the Dederang Pub for a few quiet ales before going our separate ways. All in all, a fantastic day, made even better by sharing the experience with good friends.

Clint Eastwood changed my life.

It’s been a busy few weeks for those of us who normally reside at the Dave from Albury Compound.

At the beginning of the month I finished my year as the President of Albury Apex at our annual handover dinner, displayed incredible restraint as I watched the mighty Saints put Mrsdave’s beloved Cats to the sword, and prepared for a trip north to visit my parents in (allegedly) sunny Port Macquarie as a surprise for Dad’s 60th birthday. Although I was expecting our holiday to be little more than a chance to catch up with family and relax a little, it ended up turning out to be quite a bit more, and has had a most unexpected effect on me.

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Nazis, wise men and baby Jesus

A few years ago Mrsdave and I decided to find a kid proof nativity scene to try to divert some of the Christmas time attention away from the fat man in the red suit. We eventually settled on a cheery looking wooden set that proved quite popular with Buster Boy and the Troll Princess. So popular was the nativity set that there was an enormous amount of vocal opposition when it was packed away with the Christmas tree at the end of the season.

Over the last few days the nativity scene has had a rare outing, after the Troll Princess saw some Christmas footage in an old home movie. While the Troll Princess is quite happy to play out domestic scenes with Mary, Joseph, the infant Christ and the wooden manger, Buster Boy prefers to mould the nativity into different stories.

At breakfast this morning, Buster Boy treated us to his latest adventure story with the nativity scene, I’d like to share it with you all, but even more than that I’d really like to introduce his cast. Continue reading “Nazis, wise men and baby Jesus”

Something new for a Sunday

After the last few days confined to the house looking after a bed-ridden Mrsdave and an equally unwell Troll Princess I felt a strange urge this morning, I wanted to exercise. This came as somewhat of a shock to me as I usually rate exercise right up there with dentist visits and eating broccoli, I realise that it’s good for you but I’m damned if I’m going to enjoy doing it.

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Dr Panadol (or How I stopped worrying and learnt to love the drops)

The Troll Princess has spent the last few days suffering the effects of a particularly nasty virus. Her predicament, along with some tweets from Deckchair Guru about his little one bought to mind the first time Buster Boy suffered from ill health, and how it affected us as new parents.

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Suck it up princess.

These days if you are a trendy home-owner with excellent taste in appliances, it is simply unthinkable that you would use anything other than a Dyson Root Cyclone powered, HEPA filtered, allergy certified, fashionably coloured, lavender scented vacuum to clean your floors. Thirty years ago, however, the pinnacle of vacuum cleaners was a burnt orange and brown barrel made by Electrolux.

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