One photo I'd like to share is this one of my husband as a little boy with his mother Shirley.
Bill grew up in Paddington (Sydney) and to say that his mother was an eccentric local character would be a mild understatement.
She worked in PR and threw outrageous cocktail parties at the house where everybody who was anybody would attend.
I love the clothes she is wearing - this would have been the height of fashion back in the mid 1970's. And Bill looks just like a kid did in those days - dirty,unkempt and in desperate need of a good haircut.
I particularly like this photo because Shirley is gone now and although she and I had our "moments" I miss her outrageousness and zest for life.
I'd also like to thank her for raising my husband to be the most thoughtful, open-minded and tolerant man I know. Thanks Shirley.

Back home again, I started on dinner as my energy was getting low. Pumpkin soup and a batch of scones.
A spot of cubby house building and then into the cubby to colour in and play some games.





After crossing the little bridge Miss R tries her hand at some graffiti, I mean.....stick drawing.








Then Miss Rhianna and I had a go at our own Easter cuteness. Some chocolate cupcakes with fluffy chick nests. So much fun, so much chocolate and a really nice way to start Easter.