<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:19:34.424-08:00</updated><category term='drawing'/><category term='welcome'/><category term='cake'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='Bridget'/><category term='Molly'/><title type='text'>Bridgie Didge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-6120481005084504787</id><published>2010-07-04T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T06:14:34.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the blink of an eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; I cannot believe my dear little Elke will be 1 year old in less than a week! It has gone in a flash! She is the sweetest little thing and whenever I look at her I just want to cover her in kisses and cuggle her to death! LOL Still so terribly clucky about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490035434999889362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDCGJAN5vdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Aolk1ESKSPU/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elke and her daddy! I love this photo. This was taken on a day when we were all home sick - the kids, Rob and myself all had a tummy upset which was super fun! :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490029994291210914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDCBMT_3qqI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qYLRACMuJu0/s320/DSCF0098.JPG" /&gt; Elke has also discovered books. She has a few in her little toy box that she flips through and points at the pictures. In her room she has her night time bottle in the rocking chair. When she is being burped she points at the little book shelf, wanting to have a couple of books read to her at bedtime. Good girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490033367560795554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDCEQqaAtaI/AAAAAAAAAPg/JVgiPYGseQc/s320/DSCF0153.JPG" /&gt; Bridget is a great little helper. She gave Elke her bottle one night. Notice the little hand supporting Elke's neck. Notice also the casual relaxed attitude - watching the TV while she is doing it! Such a pro! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490031807761065026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDCC13sxpEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_DaYloGN13s/s320/DSCF0110.JPG" /&gt;                                                                 Cute little tushie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490028853365035602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDCAJ5t30lI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TViCXth3xl8/s320/DSCF0157.JPG" /&gt;She has discovered the plastics drawer. Bridget was banging on about Elke making a mess when I was drying my hair one morning. When I dashed to the kitchen she had bowls and cups out all over the floor having a fantastic time of it. I reminded Bridget that she used to do the same thing, in fact at one stage it was her &lt;em&gt;favourite &lt;/em&gt;thing to do. She just looked at me like I was nuts, wondering, I think, why the hell anyone would think it was fun to empty a plastics drawer! Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490027373443299602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDB-zwlCORI/AAAAAAAAAPA/bD3rT6W-xto/s320/DSCF0171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This photo was taken this morning just before we were about to leave for a Christening. Her hair looked pretty with the clip in for about, hmm....5 minutes! LOL It has only been the last few weeks that Elke has started crawling properly on her hands and knees after months of doing a great job at impersonating a fur seal pup. She pulls herself up and plays with things but does not cruise yet. I think she is a long way off walking. But, I have noticed she is ahead of what Bridget was with her verbal skills for the same age. Funny how two kids can be so different given they are brought up in the same house/ conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are having a little tea party for Elke's birthday with Mother's group friends to help celebrate. I'm looking forward tio catching up with all of the mums :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Next blog update will be about my gorgeous Bridget xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-6120481005084504787?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/6120481005084504787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-blink-of-eye.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6120481005084504787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6120481005084504787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-blink-of-eye.html' title='In the blink of an eye...'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TDCGJAN5vdI/AAAAAAAAAPo/Aolk1ESKSPU/s72-c/DSCF0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-3668994783650850585</id><published>2010-05-29T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T20:11:16.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Molly'/><title type='text'>The Big Catch-up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHJxr7ijTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/smiDdcNEURM/s1600/Fairy+time+at+the+play+centre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476880477302459698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHJxr7ijTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/smiDdcNEURM/s320/Fairy+time+at+the+play+centre.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last school holidays we took a trip up to Port &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macquarie&lt;/span&gt; to visit some dear friends. They had moved up to this lovely spot back in January and this holiday with them was much anticipated, especially by Bridget who missed her little friend Molly. On the first morning we took the girls to a local play centre &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; we thought they would enjoy some fairy time. I love this photo (thanks Leah and Nigel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Port &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Macqaurie&lt;/span&gt; is such a great place to take the family for a holiday! Who knew?? We didn't! Now we do. We loved it and had a great time. Wish we could have stayed longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG9Q2qFDGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/J_5-Zl_VYQ8/s1600/on+the+rock+wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866719106796642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG9Q2qFDGI/AAAAAAAAAMo/J_5-Zl_VYQ8/s320/on+the+rock+wall.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For those of you who haven't been there; there are some great walks you can take along the water and also in bushland close to the coast. The above photo shows Bridget and Rob sitting along the rock wall on the Port. For what seems like kilometres are these large rocks at the top of the Port wall beside the cement path and they have all been painted. Some by individuals. Some by families. Some are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commemorative&lt;/span&gt;, some celebrating love. Bridget had her first decent bike ride on her new bike which was wonderful...except for when she fell off and then refused to get back on again. Granted she was very tired but still I wish she was a little less......fragile. *sigh* but anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG5D81PysI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_9XwiJT_hPE/s1600/making+sand+castles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862099379440322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG5D81PysI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_9XwiJT_hPE/s320/making+sand+castles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862071512003746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG5CVBIdKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6B5ILnv8zNg/s320/at+the+beach.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It was also the holiday where Bridget got to go to the beach for the first time. The evening before this photo was taken, I think when we were on our way back from the rack wall walk, we decided to just pop down to one of the beaches for a look. Bridget was SO excited. She thought the waves coming in were awesome and managed to get herself totally wet (picture two 3 year &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; running around the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car park&lt;/span&gt; starkers) so I was pretty keen to get her down to the beach the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;next day in her swimmers proper. The above two photos are of Bridget and Molly sharing a quiet moment building a sand castle. They spent a bit of time collecting shells and trying to see the little crabs that were sunning themselves on rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Billabong&lt;/span&gt; Wildlife Park. It was fantastic for little kids! The girls loved it. There were great displays of reptiles and snakes, birds and little mammals. At the back of the park is a big open area where kangaroos and wallabies hop free and can interact with humans. The bigger kangaroos were enclosed but there were a lot of juvenile &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kangaroos&lt;/span&gt; and wallabies that were eating the grass or having a snooze. At the front desk you are able to buy a cup of food for them to be fed. I thought Bridget would balk at that but after seeing Molly having a go she dived right in. She loved it! I was so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862091484127794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG5Dfa24jI/AAAAAAAAAMI/acuKTxABJOA/s320/having+a+chat.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476887245092098098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHP7n6VEDI/AAAAAAAAANY/aw5Mqq5E9E4/s320/Bridget+feeding+wallaby+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She also got to pat a koala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476880495099413170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHJyuOqgrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/gOnoeiWUVsk/s320/Bridget+patting+a+koala.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We went on an evening cruise around the Port to watch dolphins. It was amazing and fun! We saw plenty of dolphins, drank wine and ate chips. The two big girls had a great time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mucking&lt;/span&gt; about and eating &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheezels&lt;/span&gt;. On the way back to the marina the pilot had to speed up quite a bit to allow a waiting ferry to come across. Bridget, Molly, Leah and I were up the very front on the prow holding on for dear life! The wind was whipping our faces and hair, we were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;catching&lt;/span&gt; a bit of water spray and Bridget was laughing  and whooping her head off the whole time. She thought it was crazy! Little thrill seeker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476880480634674450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHJx4WAHRI/AAAAAAAAANA/OxmihRNpYjs/s320/Bridget+and+Molly+on+the+cruise.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG5CJ_NAuI/AAAAAAAAALw/XGKv075YP0Y/s1600/elke+on+cruise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862068551123682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG5CJ_NAuI/AAAAAAAAALw/XGKv075YP0Y/s320/elke+on+cruise.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elke had a great time too! The highlight of her trip was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cheezels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Afterwards we had fish and chips in the park near the marina and listened to the parrots chattering away, and watching the fruit bats fly out to feed for the night. It was lovely. Below is a picture of the two big girls having a swing. On a BIG swing! Molly was yelling "Higher higher" and Bridget was yelling "Stop stop!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. So much for being a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thrill seeker&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476880485389249426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHJyKDlK5I/AAAAAAAAANI/OMnJRhQdksg/s320/Bridget+and+Molly+on+the+big+swing.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Little Elke didn't feature much in the photos but she had a fun holiday too. As always she was her happy self and was very easy going during the whole trip. Below is a photo of the happy traveller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866725686471970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAG9RPKy7SI/AAAAAAAAAMw/esYVKLRWj34/s320/happy+traveller.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We will definitely be heading back to Port for another holiday next year, if Leah and Nigel will have us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cheers x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-3668994783650850585?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/3668994783650850585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3668994783650850585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3668994783650850585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/05/big-catch-up.html' title='The Big Catch-up!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/TAHJxr7ijTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/smiDdcNEURM/s72-c/Fairy+time+at+the+play+centre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-4730359949234067275</id><published>2010-04-05T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:17:03.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog catch up #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We spent Australia Day in Cook Park again with hundreds of others. Really must try to get there extra early next time to beat the queues. It is a lovely event though and the council etc do a great job pulling it together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget's highlights are illustrated in the photo story below. Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A soft serve icecream all to herself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456863189910000162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qsKNZ9kiI/AAAAAAAAALA/fGlOQDh9oT4/s320/au+day+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drawing/ painting #1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456870236517483554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qykYEGxCI/AAAAAAAAALo/HqdzszxPLZ0/s320/aus+day+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456863220470335874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qsL_QHSYI/AAAAAAAAALg/svbVIH_gRHQ/s320/aus+day+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Followed closely by drawing/ painting#2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456863204940879858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qsLFZml_I/AAAAAAAAALY/zUjXuwn4cRg/s320/aus+day+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456863195352481250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qsKhrjPeI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Y58xL1Vtik0/s320/aus+day+5.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;= satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456863192097336354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qsKVjdrCI/AAAAAAAAALI/v5HnAWUVv38/s320/aus+day+6.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget loves drawing, colouring and painting. Craft of any kind. All of the art and craft gear is out permanently for her to dabble with at whim. She has had a perfect pincer grip right from a very young age (left-handed mind you - not sure where that came from) and she finds it very calming. She takes after her father in that respect. Rob has always got a drawing or painting on the go that he comes back to during quiet times. It's something he does to relax as well as something that provides a necessary creative outlet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-4730359949234067275?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/4730359949234067275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-catch-up-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4730359949234067275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4730359949234067275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-catch-up-2.html' title='Blog catch up #2'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qsKNZ9kiI/AAAAAAAAALA/fGlOQDh9oT4/s72-c/au+day+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-8583975271360344995</id><published>2010-04-05T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T20:14:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backlog Blog!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have all these blog posts planned out in my head and just don't get around to actually posting them. I plan to catch up in the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This post is an important one - one I keep thinking about and feeling guilty about. Shortly after New Year, a good friend of mine, her man and little Molly moved up to Port Macquarie. I was sooo sad about them moving away from us. Little Molly was, and still is, Bridget's best friend. They have been together as little best buds since they were tiny little things. My friend and I had grown close and found in each other someone to confide in and someone to just call up and arrange to meet for a coffee, play date, shopping, whatever, no fuss no muss. I miss her! - and I know Bridget misses Molly - a little friend that can just come over and have a play with and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below is a pic of them taken about 3 years ago today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456856772884636866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qmUsH5JMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0q_jWKkKqmU/s320/DSC00379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This picture is one of my favourites. I remember the pair of them giggling their little heads off together about the mess they were making of themselves with the cupcakes. The photo was taken just after Elke was born, so they were about 2.5 years of age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456855102755889442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qkzeaK4SI/AAAAAAAAAKw/B3-HdjGh7mY/s320/cupcakes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The next photo of them together was taken at Molly's early birthday party and their farewell. They left for Port Mac the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456850648624836850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qgwNeksPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/X6rNxSwK5yY/s320/Bridget+and+Molly.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We talk on Skype every now and then and at first Bridget mentioned Molly's name a lot. That has slowed down now which I suppose is to be expected - she is only 3 after all and her memory is no as formed as an adult's. I do my best to keep Molly's memory there though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is exciting though is that we are all going up to Port Mac next week to visit them!! Bridget and Molly will reconnect, I can catch up with my good friend and my two girls will have their first visit to the beach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am looking forward to a relaxing time in Port Mac. Not interested in shopping at all - just want to do kid/ family friendly things, take walks to the beach and around parkland and just take some time out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-8583975271360344995?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/8583975271360344995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/04/backlog-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8583975271360344995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8583975271360344995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/04/backlog-blog.html' title='Backlog Blog!!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S7qmUsH5JMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0q_jWKkKqmU/s72-c/DSC00379.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-4447352720816573785</id><published>2010-03-28T04:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T04:07:50.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/48cfe5b37f644537/4baf38859526adf5/48cfe5b37f644537/411797c9/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-4447352720816573785?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/4447352720816573785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/03/fish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4447352720816573785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4447352720816573785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/03/fish.html' title='Fish'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-4073590703264269802</id><published>2010-01-06T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:01:27.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decade in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I got this idea from a favourite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://alliecat-alliecat.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;blogger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of mine. It was great for making me look back and take stock at just how much I have achieved in 10 years and how far I have come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000&lt;/strong&gt; - Separated from the man I married at the age of 22, that I had been with from the age of 17. I was almost 30 years of age and had changed into a completely different person to the girl I was in 1992. Started a relationship with the love of my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2001&lt;/strong&gt; - Turned 30. Bought a unit "alone" and lived alone for the first time in my whole life. Was a huge learning curve but it made me the woman I am today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;/strong&gt; - Rob moved in and we started our life together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003&lt;/strong&gt; - Concentrated on life love and work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt; - Rob and I bought a block of land together. Started our TTC (trying to concieve) journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; - Started building our "dream house with a budget", started ART (artificial reproductive therapy), completed study and attained formal qualifications as a Teacher-Librarian, sold the unit and moved into house. Lost my much loved grandfather. Everybody I know is pregnant!! A tough year emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt; - First and last IVF cycle - we concieved Bridget! Rollercoaster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt; - Gave birth to Bridget in February. Huge change in our life! Developed really great friendships via Mother's Group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt; - Lost a baby early this year. Was the beginning of a mentally challenging time for me. A lot of mixed emotions about it ranging from not wanting a baby at that time and feeling guilt about the relief I felt when I had tried so hard to have Bridget in the first place and how could my body betray me yet also provide me with a gift!!!!!!????? Concieved Elke in October. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt; - Elke born in July. Feel like my life is filled with everything I want/ need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How is that for a decade????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My hopes for the next decade. Well I turn 40 next January so my current aim is to look as fabulous as I possibly can for the partay!!! After that, what everybody else hopes for - health and happiness!! So I will be doing things to stay healthy and happy :) Family and friends and time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;How was your decade? Have a look back and see just how far you have come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-4073590703264269802?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/4073590703264269802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/01/decade-in-review.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4073590703264269802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4073590703264269802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/01/decade-in-review.html' title='Decade in Review'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-6978315342709432038</id><published>2010-01-05T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:09:15.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it 2010 already???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hello everyone - sorry it has been a while. Xmas preparations and time away has meant a very busy time for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We had a lovely Christmas but it is all a bit of a blur now. We did two Christmas dinners the weekend before Christmas - if that makes sense. The first one was for my dad, step-mum Robyn and Aunty Lyn. The second was for Rob's parents and sister Emma. I'm a bit over cooking roast lunches now and am ready to consider the seafood lunch for next Christmas LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We then had Xmas drinks for friends on the Tuesday which was a load of fun. We got to give the new backyard a workout with kids playing and adults lounging in chairs in the outdoor area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We then headed down to mum's at The Rock on Christmas Eve. Phew. Sounds busy, was busy but, I like busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here are a few photos from the first two family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423351079655956930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0OdEqMf4cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wNSXAKkJkrA/s320/DSCF0254.JPG" /&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bridget on her new bike!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423351087933785762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0OdFJCFhqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ej_AP9NTXNk/s320/Mum%26Bridget.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget helping me open a present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423351098481940082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0OdFwU9lnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xUhaPjqMM0E/s320/DSCF0255.JPG" /&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Elke in the festive spirit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423351095304252674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0OdFkfV7QI/AAAAAAAAAJg/UTTubS5sOXk/s320/DSCF0283.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elke not sure what all the fuss is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget gave her dummies to Santa! That was all going beautifully until sometime on Christmas morning when she ran into the hot iron at mum's. It got her on her top lip and would have been really painful. She was awfully brave and didn't cry. We had her hold an icy cold wet washer to it for most of the day. It came up in a yucky scab overnight and it was lucky we were able to access medical advice at a chemist on Boxing Day. It's amazing how fast kids heal. All there is now is a pale pink mark which I am putting Bio Oil onto as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, back to the dummies. A combination of the burn, not having a dummy to self-settle for day sleeps and thus being very tired, and lots of new people to get to know as they popped in and out of mum and Doug's place meant that she was an anxious, whiney, clingy mess for 95% of the time we were away. It was hard work for Rob and I. At one point on Boxing Day night we were ready to pack the car and come home, but we ploughed on. Mum loved having both girls with her for a whole week though and it was lovely to see her enjoying them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below are some photos taken from our time in Wagga (The Rock).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423497998637388466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0QiseDS0rI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-kmnCNi6atk/s320/Bridget%27s+sunglasses.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget and her new sunglasses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423498016310791170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0Qitf49jAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/thTMhZj61Z8/s320/Elke%27s+book.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Elke's book from Santa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423498004802573282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0Qis1BME-I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/q6AAQizbugg/s320/Santa%27s+present+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The present Santa left for Bridget in exchange for her dummies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Note the empty plate and glass on the coffee table - Bridget was very excited &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;to see that Santa enjoyed the cake and milk!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423498021553426770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0Qitza50VI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jNvOLs6Gc8s/s320/Christmas+cheer.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget in the festive spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423498028853505858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0QiuOnYL0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NdxcbntXT8A/s320/Wagga+Aquatic+centre+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The two girls at Wagga Indoor Aquatic Centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Note poor Bridgie's lip - the swimming did it wonders though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-6978315342709432038?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/6978315342709432038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-2010-already.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6978315342709432038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6978315342709432038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-2010-already.html' title='Is it 2010 already???'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/S0OdEqMf4cI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wNSXAKkJkrA/s72-c/DSCF0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-3341772014073837154</id><published>2009-12-15T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T04:42:40.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like.... ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well it's been a while since the last blog update. Lots has been happening, but not a lot if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rob is on holidays now till late January and has been in full throttle backyard blitz mode. He is almost finished - just a bit more river stone and some more garden blocks and we are done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First job off the rank though was one I had been wanting for a good 12 months. The al fresco area. We got Bridget on the job to seal the concrete, earning her board and keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415422112511838738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SydxuB0QShI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iV5gbKrVhqU/s320/DSCF0136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm kidding - she was just "helping" dad. Rob then painted it a dark charcoal. Looks sooooo much better! We plan to put a couple of 3 seater garden seats in there and some pot plants. I am looking forward to getting back out there at night once the kids are in bed, enjoying a glass of wine and a chat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rob has shovelled and barrowed about 10m cubed of mulch, granite base and river stone from the front yard into the back yard. We are drought proofing our yard and I think it looks pretty good! I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel with our backyard - after 4 years of weeds and dirt! Once summer is over we will start the long process of planting it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415424276391039746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Sydzr-5QkwI/AAAAAAAAAIo/tylpqNDWrgk/s320/DSCF0177.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Having trouble finding a good tree that will not grow too big, has great autumn leaves and good shade for summer. I really love the Manchurian pear - but it can get pretty big I think - unless we are good about pruning it. We will have to pay a visit to a few specialist nurseries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget is doing great. I honestly cannot believe how fast she is growing up. It's exciting but also sad. It's becoming a whole new world both for her, and us, her parents. She will transition into the older room in daycare in the middle of next year. Just listening to the carers/ teachers talk about literacy and numeracy during the orientation blew my mind. It's usually me standiung in front of parents talking about curriculum, yet here I was on the other side of it. Weird. My girl can't be that old!! Yet she is. We also have an interview for enrolment into pre-prep in 2011!! It's getting serious people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is a photo of Bridget dressed up for her first birthday party outside of her MG friends. Her special little friend turned 3 and had a Fairy party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415426388652309970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Syd1m7rlvdI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sMUex2qxwJQ/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sorry about the weird grin. She has a funny way of grimacing when I ask her to smile for the camera. But, I'm not whinging - 6 months ago I was flat out getting her to look at the camera let alone pull a face for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here she is helping me make gingerbread cookies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415433994989073378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Syd8hrfl8-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/NmJsVhbzPSg/s320/DSCF0169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elke is doing wonderfully. She is such a happy little girl. I just want to eat her up. She smiles and giggles and gives me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;cuddles - it just makes my heart melt. I hope she stays this way once I return to work. She is rolling over and I cannot wait till she works out how to return from her tummy onto her back LOL. Mums reading this will know what I mean. She is also having to odd day of the grizzles because her teeth are moving around in her gums. Her cheeks get red and hot. I must confess to giving in and dosing her with baby panadol or nurofen.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here she is all dressed up ready to go to the daycare Xmas party last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415437372786475010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Syd_mSxQAAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/SVOy9oBgYvo/s320/DSCF0178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And, here she is sitting in  a"beebo" type seat that a lovely friend lent us. She think she is just IT when she is sitting up at the table with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415437383906516594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Syd_m8MeXnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7T4IPYWJ3-0/s320/DSCF0143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas is going to be flat chat for us all - especially me. I have been out every night this week so far and at this stage won't have a night at home till Friday. Then Saturday and Sunday we are hosting Christmas dinners for various "sides" of the family. Monday is free - no doubt spent cleaning as we are hosting Xmas drinks here on Tuesday afternoon (really looking forward to this one). Wednesday spent cleaning and packing ready to head off to Wagga on Xmas Eve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am really looking forward to getting down there and having a few quiet days at mum's. She hasn't seen Elke since she was about 5 weeks old. I wish she didn't live so far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-3341772014073837154?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/3341772014073837154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3341772014073837154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3341772014073837154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like.... ?'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SydxuB0QShI/AAAAAAAAAIg/iV5gbKrVhqU/s72-c/DSCF0136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-6015149592739738974</id><published>2009-11-22T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T02:51:12.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwpoIlnyxaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SSlIKMo8qIY/s1600/cuteness+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407248799358961058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwpoIlnyxaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SSlIKMo8qIY/s320/cuteness+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwoCM21cqlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-dmPD5n5uKk/s1600/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407136722513078866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwoCM21cqlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-dmPD5n5uKk/s320/DSCF0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwoCMq5a3LI/AAAAAAAAAII/XobIrIq2ytg/s1600/DSCF0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407136719308512434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwoCMq5a3LI/AAAAAAAAAII/XobIrIq2ytg/s320/DSCF0048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just some recent shots of my gorgeous girls. All things are going well. Feeling a bit sad about having to go back to work soon. Hopefully I will win Lotto soon and not have to! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elke is almost rolling - she is 4 months 2 weeks old. Bridget is doing great and is very excited about receiving her first birthday party invitation outside of her Mothers Group friendship circle - a little friend of her's in daycare is having a fairy party for her 3rd birthday! How fun! Better get the wings out and track down the wand...or better still it's a good excuse to buy a new pair! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Have a good week everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-6015149592739738974?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/6015149592739738974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-recent-shots-of-my-gorgeous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6015149592739738974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6015149592739738974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-some-recent-shots-of-my-gorgeous.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SwpoIlnyxaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SSlIKMo8qIY/s72-c/cuteness+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-914324193178525827</id><published>2009-11-15T02:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T03:04:03.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some inspiration...something old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This evening I became a member of Blog This. I was after some inspiration and thought it would be fun. The challenge this week is something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthis.com.au/2009/11/challenge-25-photographic-challenge-old.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. I'm coming a bit late into this challenge but many things in my house spring to mind when I think of "old". I have some lovely old pieces passed down from my grandparents; one of Grandma's old pinnies, a pair of her gloves, a hand embroidered table cloth, pieces of china, a wartime letter sent to my grandmother by my grandfather when they were courting, war medals etc. All of these things have significant meaning to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But, no I wanted to find something reaaaaaallllly old :p And, beautiful. Please excuse the shocking picture quality. I covet an SLR. My little digital just doesn't cut it with macro shots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404282212974107298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Sv_eCiJImqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xBQbKo_DTQA/s320/fossil+whole+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This fossil of a marine creature has been cut in half to reveal the amazing inside pattern and crystallisation. Rob actually owns it and it is displayed on one of our many bookcases. Surprisingly, Bridget has not fiddled with it (ie; broken it!) and it has survived almost three years in a toddler's house! Well, you would think so wouldn't you - having survived for millenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404280842901109922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Sv_cyyORvKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bk8CIL9pliQ/s320/Fossil+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is it? No idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it rare? No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Is it old? Most definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-914324193178525827?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/914324193178525827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-inspirationsomething-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/914324193178525827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/914324193178525827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-inspirationsomething-old.html' title='Some inspiration...something old!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Sv_eCiJImqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xBQbKo_DTQA/s72-c/fossil+whole+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-5739590080965060852</id><published>2009-11-01T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:42:35.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's November already....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We received some sad news late last week. My grandfather - Pop - passed away after being unwell and uncomfortable for a long time. He was 3 weeks away from his 91st birthday!!!! That means both my grandfathers lived to be 90! I doubt if I will live that long. I spent pretty much all of my school holidays on my grandparents' farm from the age of 6 till about 14. I have fond memories of waking up in the morning to the sound of Pop jogging the trotting horses around the track in the home paddock. I would lie in the big double bed in the *outside room* - the room off the front verandah - listening to the jog-jog-jog sound approach then fade, approach then fade. I also have fond memories of Pop sitting in *his* chair in the loungeroom, with Uncle Edgar in his chair on the other side of the couch. Old, worn brimmed hats and king gee work pants, morning tea, afternoon tea and supper and the shearing shed. Rest in peace, Norman Alexander.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The girls are going great - growing up too fast though. I think they are going to get up to a lot of mischief together before long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340699739548450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Su5Pwm1I6yI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POoRrDCUEIg/s320/smiley+girl.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This photo is one of the only recent ones I have of Bridget standing by herself smiling *for* the camera. I got her dressed and did her hair all ready for the day at Nana and Pop's and told her she looked very pretty. I asked if I could take her photo and she said Yes!! I took full opportunity but still took a lot of the back of her head when she decided to get coy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340702318031842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Su5Pwwb5c-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ribNGFbKD5M/s320/nice+smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399340714544323874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Su5Pxd-33SI/AAAAAAAAAHw/VTIfjXI8x54/s320/laughing+bridget.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bridget likes to give Elke a cuddle and lke generally likes Bridget giving her one. Elke's head looks huge in these two photos but I am sure it is just foreshortening from the angle I was taking them. Poor little chicken looks huge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love the one of Bridget laughing! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-5739590080965060852?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/5739590080965060852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-november-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/5739590080965060852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/5739590080965060852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-november-already.html' title='It&apos;s November already....?'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/Su5Pwm1I6yI/AAAAAAAAAHg/POoRrDCUEIg/s72-c/smiley+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-2764322777518023125</id><published>2009-10-25T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T03:44:40.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the red and running on empty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The title of this post says it all really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am feeling very flat and empty at the moment. Nothing serious, I will get over it. Chin up and soldier on and all that. See that is the problem with me. I am an action person. I see a problem and I solve it. I deal with things and I cope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am also a great friend. I listen and I listen and I give support and advice and I laugh with them and cry for them, I worry about them and I spend a lot of time thinking about how I can help them with their problems in order to get them happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I do this also with my partner and with my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I am at work I do this for the staff and for the kids I teach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am pretty much in deficit emotionally at the moment. Too many withdrawals and not enough deposits. I'm feeling really jaded about doing all of the above and getting stuff all in return from some of them. A lot of the problem is my own fault. I very rarely ever show my underbelly. I don't often ask for help. I am fiercely independent and stubborn but also resourceful in a good way.  I solve my own problems. So, friends wouldn't in fact know that I needed support unless I straight out said,  for example "I am a bit sad about xyz".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I did this the other day and got something else entirely in return. Normally I would switch modes and say "Oh really tell me all about that" and listen and support and blah blah blah, but this time I bit down on it. Hard. I was so pissed off. Once I got over that I was left feeling very flat and empty. Who supports me??? When's my turn to sit and have a whinge and have someone listen and solve my problems for me??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pffft! See. Here's the thing. I can't stand doing that. This whole post is not something that I like to do and I will wish that I didn't do it and try to delete it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But, there is a side of me that is starting to rebel and say "No, hold on a minute! Stuff it! You have a whinge and a cry! Bugger what anyone else thinks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I will leave it there and see what happens. Feel better already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-2764322777518023125?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/2764322777518023125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-red-and-running-on-empty.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/2764322777518023125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/2764322777518023125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-red-and-running-on-empty.html' title='In the red and running on empty!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-6677340564193039769</id><published>2009-10-11T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:20:48.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going for green!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We have spent the last week getting a garden bed started out the back in our very bare and boring yard. It's been so long coming due to many circumstances - primarily money and climate. We are on Level 5 water restrictions which means no watering systems to be used, no hoses, only bucketing and watering cans. We have kept the garden out the front alive and thriving using bucketed bath water.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391282507139657986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StGu4EHWMQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/782-c1htFgg/s320/DSCF0121.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391282499403684466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StGu3nS8mnI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Mlay-k72hdc/s320/DSCF0120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't let the "cool climate" tag for Orange fool you - it's cold AND dry here! We have been planting drought tolerant plants like flax, protea, irises, aggies, silverbush etc. My one consolation is a dogwood and a magnolia tree.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, out the back we are going to have most of it done in mulched native garden and only one small area of grass. We hope that will be enough for our two girls to play on. Besides, we are very close to the Botanic Gardens and other green parklands. Below is a picture of the area that will eventually be grassed. We will probably seed it next year - or we may bite the bullet and turf it. Depends on the weather and how the water restrictions go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391293304426277154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StG4sjJFKSI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qewpGpsK-Cw/s320/DSCF0125.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below are photos showing the first of our backyard garden beds. The whole lot of the yard apart from the grassed area and some pebbled paths will be mulched and planted out with natives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391298833509989138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StG9uYlXOxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7K3WVd0gdNE/s320/DSCF0123.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391298842870966146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StG9u7dMZ4I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/F7sZ9GfK8ts/s320/DSCF0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below is a gorgeous white protea I just had to have - we have to wait for it to stop flowering before we can plant it. It will eventually grow quite large (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391298851162980274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StG9vaWKf7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/N9DzY9V1jXk/s320/DSCF0126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I look forward to the day when our backyard is shady and a little haven for native birds and the occasional lizard. Our aim is to create something that is welcoming, low maintenance and drought friendly. We estimate it will take us a good 5 years to get there and even longer for tress to get up but, we'll get there. The big question is will we still be in the house to see the garden at it's best? By then we could have outgrown the house and moved on, or may have followed work to another town, who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-6677340564193039769?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/6677340564193039769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-for-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6677340564193039769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6677340564193039769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/10/going-for-green.html' title='Going for green!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/StGu4EHWMQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/782-c1htFgg/s72-c/DSCF0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-4923476512546413560</id><published>2009-09-27T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T04:21:44.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hi everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry it has been a while - the post title says it all really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We have been busy but also having a nice time of it. We are still managing to be very social. It;s easy with a little bub. Things will change once she gets bigger and starts fussing about having naps in the pram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Things are puffing along pretty well. Bridget is doing great - still keeping us on our toes. She is fully toilet trained during the day now which is fantastic! It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What is hard is the naughtiness and how to deal with it. Rob and I are working on a plan of attack that suits us both. Not that B is naughty all the time though. She just tries it on pretty well in the afternoons especially when she is tired. This afternoon when she walked in after being picked up from daycare she lay down next to Elke on the playgym and promptly bit her on the finger......just for the heck of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;School holidays are starting soon so I will make sure I have a few girly outings with just the two of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A couple of weekends ago we were invited to a friend's parents' farm to see some spring lambs. Bridget loved it. Below is a picture;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNkjCTQDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pMtABSTQaSU/s1600-h/Bridget+with+lamb+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386390444610633778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNkjCTQDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pMtABSTQaSU/s320/Bridget+with+lamb+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Elke has grown out of her baby bath and now has a bath with Bridget - under the supervision of Daddy of course. Elke really enjoys a bath even when her big sister half drowns her with splashes. Look at that gorgeous little fat tum!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNkOjIYXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hSKtsSkPggI/s1600-h/bubble+bath+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386390439111188850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNkOjIYXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/hSKtsSkPggI/s320/bubble+bath+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Below is more gorgeousness! A very good friend of mine gave me this outfit when Elke was born. I have been waiting and waiting for her to fit into it. Thanks to a cold snap I got the opportunity last week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNjhrxCpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RRYbIhu-E14/s1600-h/gorgeousness+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386390427067812498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNjhrxCpI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RRYbIhu-E14/s320/gorgeousness+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Isn't she just the sweetest thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNjL3gBgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q9q50JxF4uA/s1600-h/gorgeousness+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386390421211448834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNjL3gBgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/q9q50JxF4uA/s320/gorgeousness+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have no idea what she weighs or how long she is but I do know she is a happy contented baby. Last night she slept through for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-4923476512546413560?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/4923476512546413560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-month.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4923476512546413560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4923476512546413560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-month.html' title='A busy month!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SsBNkjCTQDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pMtABSTQaSU/s72-c/Bridget+with+lamb+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-8660061195372412721</id><published>2009-09-09T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T05:35:15.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It had to happen....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just quickly before I give Elke a dream feed - I wanted to share the sad news with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After months of sleeping in a big bed Bridget has worked out that she can indeed get out of it :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night she wasn't happy about going to bed in the first place and got up twice. It was infuriating but also a wee bit cute. Each time she got up she came out carrying a pair of slippers, blinking into the bright light and mumbling something incoherent around her dummy about having had a good sleep. What was impressive though was that she got up in the dark, opened her wardrobe really quietly and found a matching pair of slippers in the messy jumble that is her shoe shelf. Hmph! Not likely young lady, back to bed with you!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And this  morning, an even sadder event - she has worked out that she can get up and come into our bedroom at 6am and get pulled under the covers coz mum it too bloody tired to get up and return her to her bed :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah well, we had a good run. It had to end someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-8660061195372412721?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/8660061195372412721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-had-to-happen.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8660061195372412721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8660061195372412721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-had-to-happen.html' title='It had to happen....'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-5982288160392228236</id><published>2009-09-08T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T05:48:25.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hi there! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sorry - it's been a while. Been busy busy busy. Elke is doing great. She is just scrumptious and I tell her every day that I could eat her up. She is so laid back and content. She has outgrown her 0000 suits and is well and truly into the 000 clothes now. That was fast. She is getting close to sleeping through, too. She woke at 4am last night and I put the dummy in while I heated a bottle. By the time I got back she was asleep again, so I crept back to bed. She woke me again at 5am so that was pretty good going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMseZnHsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hi06FDBRFpo/s1600-h/elke+on+mat+sept+4+2009+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379071131899076290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMseZnHsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hi06FDBRFpo/s320/elke+on+mat+sept+4+2009+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We spent a lovely Father's Day in Bathurst at the All Saints College&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Spring Fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. Bridget FINALLY overcame her fear of jumping castles and had a great time just before we headed home. Poor chicken is doomed to a life of timidity I think. The last time she got up close and personal with a jumping castle was Australia Day and let's just say that did  not end very well at all. I think the whole of Orange, who happened to be in Cook Park that day, heard her tanty and saw two people man-handling a screaming reheaded child out the gate. Not pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She almost didn't get on this one thanks to an over bearing attendant. Bridget does not necessarily like it when strange people grab her under the arms, hoist her onto jumping castles and yell "There ya go love, off ya go and have fun!" Wonder why.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eye rolling smilie here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget has been going really well with toilet training, too. No accidents for a few days now, both at home and daycare. Fantastic! That was relatively painless...phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMrwWfFAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/T1LAVosIaBA/s1600-h/DSCF0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379071119537935362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMrwWfFAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/T1LAVosIaBA/s320/DSCF0203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here is a great photo of Rob and the two girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!! Bridget made him a keyring at daycare which was very cute and he actually uses it! Proud daddy. He also scored a Darrel Lea Dad's bag from Elke and a pair of Maui Jim's from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMrX3rAzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4Fbcvpty_kA/s1600-h/father%27s+day+2009+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379071112966243122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMrX3rAzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4Fbcvpty_kA/s320/father%27s+day+2009+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; K xox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-5982288160392228236?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/5982288160392228236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/09/fathers-day-2009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/5982288160392228236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/5982288160392228236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/09/fathers-day-2009.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SqZMseZnHsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Hi06FDBRFpo/s72-c/elke+on+mat+sept+4+2009+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-7678181583690107867</id><published>2009-08-13T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:05:33.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bridget seems to be growing up all at once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This week she has initiated toilet training. Thank the lord! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She had her nappy changed in the middle of the day last Wednesday then said she wanted undies on. I said OK but explained (again) that she had to make sure she told me when she wanted to do a wee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;10 minutes later she did. So, playing along with the "game" I took her and was very surprised and pleased when she did a wee!! :) I gave her a sticker and praised her up and all that afternoon she went back and forth to the loo doing little wees. Rob made a chart for her ( see below) and when she got up to the prize square she was to get a little something. Lucky for me one of our local shopping centres has some new vending machines that swallow a $2 coin in return for a piece of cheap plastic crap (read: worldly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;treasure&lt;/span&gt; for a toddler). We are collecting Strawberry Shortcake bracelet charms now :) So cute. I am so proud of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369695464882994994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SoT9k1BgfzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qO_DyCj9sM0/s320/great+wee+chart.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry the above photo is so blurry - for the life of me I cannot get a focused shot of the chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369695461293180082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SoT9knpoRLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/dWEc2P5vaTM/s320/cupcakes.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bridget is also cementing friendships! Another sign she is growing up. She and her little friend Molly were enjoying cupcakes one day last week (see above photo) and were cracking each other up with the mess they were making of their faces. Molly's mother and I were in turn laughing at them. It made my heart sing to see Bridget laughing her head off and having such fun with a friend. I don't know if you can see in the photo - they are both wearing fairy wings. I can imagine them getting their ears pierced together in several years time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369695443671842930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SoT9jmAYAHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/FviQDr0c4LI/s320/DSCF2856.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She is in her big bed too and has been since about May this year. I was feeling all precious and nervous about the transition but when it came to the crunch it went fine. The bed was in her room for a good few months before she was ready to go into it, so it wasn't a new object for her. The guard rail must make her feel nice and secure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; to this day - touch wood - she has not gotten out of bed either of a night or of a morning. Some evenings it has taken her an hour to settle. She lies in there howling and growling and fighting sleep but has never gotten out of bed!! I am not sure whether she is not game to or whether it has just never occurred to her that she can.... I don't care and I am not going to ask. Which brings me to the next milestone for Bridget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The evening bedtime fuss is something that Rob and I can do without now that Elke has come along. We decided that Bridget could probably do without the day sleep. She has hardly had a nap at daycare for the past month and we just bring the routine forward to cater for that. She has hot lunches at daycare anyway, so a sandwich, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt;/ fruit and some milk for dinner is enough and we pop her in bed around 7.30. Bliss. This week she went without a day sleep from Tuesday through to Friday. I picked her up from her grandparents on Friday afternoon and she looked knackered. As I expected she fell asleep in the car on the way home. I got her out and woke her up, plying her with sugary foods in an attempt to get her going again - a chocolate biscuit and her fave juice. Below is the result. Not exactly what I intended and not such a big girl that she can &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; go without day sleeps, it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369769945177941154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SoVBUJvmZKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lEdFEA49M7A/s320/definitely+tired.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Have a close look at what is going to waste in her hand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And so onto my next little treasure. Elke is just gorgeous. I could eat her up! She is generally very easy going but she can really let you know she is pissed off! Her howl is much louder than Bridget's ever was. She is growing up too - reaching her first milestone this week by learning how to smile. Love it! I spend many minutes trying to get her to smile more for me. Below is a photo of her smiling - which is very hard to capture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369698233635384546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SoUAF_bhLOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_ZMm_xirszE/s320/5+weeks+smile.JPG" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rob and I are blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-7678181583690107867?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/7678181583690107867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/7678181583690107867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/7678181583690107867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SoT9k1BgfzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qO_DyCj9sM0/s72-c/great+wee+chart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-6515501925839164835</id><published>2009-07-31T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:18:18.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know, the post title sounds a bit dire, doesn't it!! Everything is going fine really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But, what is it with the cluster feeding?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last night Elke fed from 5pm till 9pm straight - well practically. There were brief little "I'm so tired/ drunk on milk/ windy/ I have no idea what's wrong with me" moments in there too. She fed again at 12.30, then 4am then 6am (reasonable). From the 6am feed, however, till about 11am, she fed almost constantly again!! Arrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I caved and bought a tin of formula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I bathed her and dressed her this evening as usual, then breastfed her as usual. I then gave her a bottle (60mLs) of formula and ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;she was settled and out like a light by 7pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hmph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't know. I feel mixed up about the whole thing. On the one hand I feel like a failure. On the other hand I feel relieved. I am determined to keep on breastfeeding though. I will just add the odd bottle of formula in to the mix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's a slippery slope though, comp feeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On a brighter note, my two girls are just lovely and we are all clicking a way as a family of four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget is starting to really respond to Elke now. She demands to cuddle her at least twice a day. She talks to her and kisses her and even on the odd occasion tells her she loves her. So sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below is a photo of Elke at 3 weeks. She has just had a bath and is having a nudie kick. She loves this time of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN32WfnefI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nselkvbhu58/s1600-h/elke+30th+july+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364763356763224562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN32WfnefI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nselkvbhu58/s320/elke+30th+july+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below is a photo of Bridget holding Elke. Elke is having a good old cry and Bridget looks less than impressed - poor thing. She finds Elke's howling to be a little stresful and often gets upset too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN32Db0kHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7Z59krCPwLE/s1600-h/bridget+and+elke+30th+july+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364763351647031410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN32Db0kHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/7Z59krCPwLE/s320/bridget+and+elke+30th+july+2009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The photo below was taken last week and again, Elke is crying. Poor Bridgy. She hasn't stopped asking to hold Elke though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN31iTuuxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j2m-hkyALp8/s1600-h/bridget+and+elke+21st+july.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364763342754724626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN31iTuuxI/AAAAAAAAAEo/j2m-hkyALp8/s320/bridget+and+elke+21st+july.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rob just brought Bridge into the kitchen and put a bandaid on a little bump on her forehead. Are all toddlers fascinated with bandaids like mine is? Any bump, bruise, scratch or imaginary injury requires one. They last about 20 minutes before they are peeled off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OK. Off to phone my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-6515501925839164835?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/6515501925839164835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/07/state-of-war.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6515501925839164835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6515501925839164835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/07/state-of-war.html' title='State of War'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SnN32WfnefI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Nselkvbhu58/s72-c/elke+30th+july+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-4573143090647163540</id><published>2009-07-19T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:04:34.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SmPzbnHadgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TEZW5QsEXqc/s1600-h/17th+July.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360395637183116802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SmPzbnHadgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TEZW5QsEXqc/s320/17th+July.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well it's day 11 and all things are still going well. Elke in fact gave me a "one feed night" - which I don't expect to happen again for a while. She was fed at 1am, I was back in bed at 2.30 (I think I dozed off in the rocker) and I woke up to Bridget calling out at 7am!! My boobs were killing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of course, Elke made me pay for it today. This morning she fed almost hourly and cat napped in between. Ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elke is in her cot at night now and therefore I am sleeping a whole lot better! yeehar! Some of her sleeps during the day are in her rocker bed. We will get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget is going alright. She was very sweet this morning and read a couple of stories to Elke while I had breakfast. Sometimes, however, she can be a real ratbag. There have been a couple of occasions where I have had to lay down the law about what she can and can't do. Definitely can't go banging her little sister over the head with a maracca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Newborn days are so easy - we have been out a few times as a whole family and E has slept the whole time. We went out for dinner with my cousins on Saturday night, then to my cousin's Nanna's 80th Birthday Lunch on Sunday. E just slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I expect her to "wake up" soon! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-4573143090647163540?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/4573143090647163540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-its-day-11-and-all-things-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4573143090647163540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/4573143090647163540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-its-day-11-and-all-things-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SmPzbnHadgI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/TEZW5QsEXqc/s72-c/17th+July.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-3451911991706669824</id><published>2009-07-13T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T05:02:26.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing sweet Elke Mae!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here she is! Isn' t she the sweetest thing?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She was born 9th July at 8.50am after an amazing labour and birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wont go into the details here - I will post my birth story on EB soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsL5NekzVI/AAAAAAAAADg/xdqfO2z5lTQ/s1600-h/Elke+9th+July+09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357889259185687890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsL5NekzVI/AAAAAAAAADg/xdqfO2z5lTQ/s320/Elke+9th+July+09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Elke about 6 hours old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895365167318562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsRcoCChiI/AAAAAAAAADo/z7UaHFVZdig/s320/Elke+10th+July+09+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;1 Day Old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895372391228978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsRdC8WpjI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZUHbn9M9TKg/s320/First+bathtime+10th+July+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;First Bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895376752364818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsRdTMITRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/e8O6C5rVJC0/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In her cot 11th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 379px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895380370980402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsRdgq3_jI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gTiSzcdrYzA/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With big sister Bridget 12th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357895392834476978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsRePGZ27I/AAAAAAAAAEI/evOcGGwQkhE/s320/DSCF0035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With Bridget 13th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Things are going well - it is a lot easier second time round. Bridget has been a bit tricky at times. I think time will improve things there. Poor chicken has been the absolute apple of our eye for 2.5 years and now Elke is here to share the limelight. It must be hard for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am getting enough sleep so far but it is early days yet. Fingers crossed Elke turns out to be a good sleeper like Bridget was. Currently we are co-sleeping but I will start having her self settle in her cot soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been spending a lot of time just cuddling her while she sleeps, which I didn't so much of with Bridget. I was so anxious about making sure she was sleeping in the "right" place. Right now Elke is asleep beside me on the couch after having had a big feed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am just going with the flow and taking each day as it comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I plan on enjoying it all a bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-3451911991706669824?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/3451911991706669824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-sweet-elke-mae.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3451911991706669824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3451911991706669824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-sweet-elke-mae.html' title='Introducing sweet Elke Mae!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SlsL5NekzVI/AAAAAAAAADg/xdqfO2z5lTQ/s72-c/Elke+9th+July+09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-8498332582521170548</id><published>2009-06-23T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:39:28.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeksish to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Can't believe how fast these last 6 weeks are going! We don't even have the nursery set up yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm feeling alright. I think the bub is posterior though as I have been experiencing a lot of pressure in the bot area - really really painful! I have been told to do a lot of leaning forward to encourage bub to turn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My feet look like little pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkC7zi6DXnI/AAAAAAAAADY/ubYq76NHzS8/s1600-h/37.3+weeks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350482851534167666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkC7zi6DXnI/AAAAAAAAADY/ubYq76NHzS8/s320/37.3+weeks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But, apart from that all is well. I will see my Ob on Wednesday after not seeing him for 4 weeks (business/ holiday).  I feel fine so am not guilty about not persuing the Midwife clinic or the GP just to get my BP checked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I started maternity leave last Friday thank god - I was ready! I caught a cold in the middle of the week and have felt really tired. I popped out to work yesterday to do some catching up on things but, today I took it easy. Bridget went to day care, I went to a cafe and had raisin toast and a decaf latte, read the paper, browsed around the shops for a bit, picked up some parcels from the PO then headed home. Lovely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When I look at this photo and compare it with the one taken at 34 weeks (a few posts ago), I don't think my belly has gotten any bigger - but, it could be the angle of the photo. It certainly feels heavier! Plenty of movement and plenty of Braxton Hicks, so I feel confident all is well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just hoping that the threeish weeks turns into four. Now that I can stand still I am getting my head around the fact there will be another little bub in our lives very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-8498332582521170548?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/8498332582521170548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-weeksish-to-go.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8498332582521170548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8498332582521170548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-weeksish-to-go.html' title='3 weeksish to go!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkC7zi6DXnI/AAAAAAAAADY/ubYq76NHzS8/s72-c/37.3+weeks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-5298806504674912709</id><published>2009-06-23T04:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:25:00.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a scary old fellow is Humphrey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Humphrey was given to Bridget when she was a tiny baby by a well meaning family member. I was a bit taken aback - I mean, he is not cuddly at all is he! So he sat around for a while for appearances sake, then he was tidied up and relegated to the bottom of the blanket hamper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;About a week ago I was pulling some sleeping bags and blankets out of the hamper to wash in preparation for the new baby when B spotted Humphrey. "Who's that?" she asked. I said "That's Humphrey - he's been sleeping in the blanket hamper for a while". She insisted I get him out. She eyed him dubiously but wouldn't hold him. I brought him into the loungeroom and busied myself with what I was doing again when I heard a scared little yell from the loungeroom. Apparently Humprey "hurt" her (B gets scared and hurt mixed up). So, Humphrey was banished to the spare room and the door closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everytime we go into the spare room she eyes Humprey off but won't touch him. I have explained that he is a nice bear etc and gradually he has been let out of the spare room and allowed to sit on the couch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkC2kayMYQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f89ExukplPA/s1600-h/DSCF2854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350477094097543426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkC2kayMYQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f89ExukplPA/s320/DSCF2854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She still won't touch him though! I don't blame her - he stands about 3 foot tall, has big eyes, a hard shiny nose and is as stiff as a board! Not the kind of fellow you would want to take to bed! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;apart from the last part but this font is so small you can't read that anyway can you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-5298806504674912709?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/5298806504674912709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary-old-fellow-is-humphrey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/5298806504674912709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/5298806504674912709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary-old-fellow-is-humphrey.html' title='a scary old fellow is Humphrey!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkC2kayMYQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f89ExukplPA/s72-c/DSCF2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-3409125794577478229</id><published>2009-06-23T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T03:59:41.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination is the highest kite you can fly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have a banner with that saying pinned up in my library at school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget's imagination has really taken off in the last couple of months. It's just fascinating to watch and be involved in it. She is right into role play. Her favourite role play is to do with dollies. She picks up so much of what is going on with the babies in her Day Care room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;About a month ago she spread a blankie out on the floor in the loungeroom, scavenged around in the bottom of her toy box for some "baby" toys, grabbed her dolly and sat down to have playtime with her. I should have taken a photo but didn't want to ruin the moment by disappearing - she loves an audience these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just a couple of days ago though I was able to catch her having "toilet" time with the dollies. I was wandering round doing things while talking to mum on the phone, so picking up a camera wasn't too much of a distraction - although I only got off a couple of shots before she demanded the camera so she could take photos herself. Miss Independent!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here's one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkCxt4ChfAI/AAAAAAAAADI/nDNQIUHvdSI/s1600-h/DSCF2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350471759011347458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkCxt4ChfAI/AAAAAAAAADI/nDNQIUHvdSI/s320/DSCF2816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Whilst Happy Dolly was busy on the potty, another dolly (that has no name) is having her bum seriously wiped! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-3409125794577478229?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/3409125794577478229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/06/imagination-is-highest-kite-you-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3409125794577478229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/3409125794577478229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/06/imagination-is-highest-kite-you-can-fly.html' title='Imagination is the highest kite you can fly....'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SkCxt4ChfAI/AAAAAAAAADI/nDNQIUHvdSI/s72-c/DSCF2816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-2089814373610899523</id><published>2009-05-19T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:18:00.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna blowwww!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OMG!! Can it get any bigger?? Well, yes it can peoples. I've got, like, about 8 weeks to go!! I am feeling really well though - as happened in my third trimester with Bridget's pregnancy I seem to lose weight from my actual body and put it into my belly. Little bubba is getting fat! I have a scan on Monday to check placement and size then, hopefully it is full steam ahead to another natural birth....well, as natural as it can be when you are begging for as many drugs as you can get! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here is a pic taken of me last night. Excuse the tired look - I have a little head cold thanks to Bridget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337476080227582386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/ShKGNz8cAbI/AAAAAAAAADA/lxM-rUJwpOM/s200/32+weeks+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-2089814373610899523?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/2089814373610899523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-gonna-blowwww.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/2089814373610899523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/2089814373610899523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-gonna-blowwww.html' title='It&apos;s gonna blowwww!!!!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/ShKGNz8cAbI/AAAAAAAAADA/lxM-rUJwpOM/s72-c/32+weeks+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-8306798304842075854</id><published>2009-05-12T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T04:06:13.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anzac Day March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've always liked to be involved the march with the school kids but, ever since my Grandad passed away it has become even more important for me. When Bridget starts school and gets into the marching thing I will make sure she has a set of replicas to wear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334891813251786818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SglX1rQDKEI/AAAAAAAAACw/aZXpa_SGPFw/s200/Anzac_Day_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-8306798304842075854?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/8306798304842075854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/05/anzac-day-march-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8306798304842075854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/8306798304842075854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/05/anzac-day-march-2009.html' title='Anzac Day March 2009'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SglX1rQDKEI/AAAAAAAAACw/aZXpa_SGPFw/s72-c/Anzac_Day_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-6782921542257462538</id><published>2009-04-24T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:05:50.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Canberra Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last week we took a family trip to Canberra. We had planned to pop in to Cockington Green on the first day but, we arrived way too late for that. Instead we met up with a couple of friends of mine for a cuppa, chat and most importantly for the kids, a play a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeymania.com.au/Fyshwick/EntryHours.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Monkey Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;. What a fantastic place that is! Bridget loved it and showed uncommon bravery in going down the really big slide twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We stayed the night with some lovely friends of ours that we met through Rob's school. The next day we did what we had been wanting to do for years, and that was, visit the Canberra Zoo and Aquarium. I must say, Rob and I were pretty impressed. We were able to see more big cats close up than we have ever seen in our times at Taronga or Western Plains (excluding the cougar/ tigers at Dreamworld). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We got to see a tiger being fed, a tiger walking back and forth along a fence about 1 metre from us, a big male lion roaring it's head off then having a smooch with his mate, and a couple of gorgeous snow leopards up quite clese too. The cheetahs were as elusive as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bridget had a great time! It was a great zoo for a kid her age as it is small and enclosures allow close up peeks at the animals. The aquarium was pretty cool. Bridget got to see Nemo and Dory and Gill!! We were blown away by the massive groper!! Heeeeuuuuuge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Below is a really really brief pic of the groper. Honestly, I've never seen a fish that size before, apart from sharks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-307ed734fe41c637" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D307ed734fe41c637%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8300C53D3AA7C8674F507496EDC5EF9BE2957D45.44BCF2AD170D3169049A0DEB0269C01CC6F8CB52%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D307ed734fe41c637%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhhnODLra5gKZ0z-ezhwjCbXMOlU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D307ed734fe41c637%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331555023%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8300C53D3AA7C8674F507496EDC5EF9BE2957D45.44BCF2AD170D3169049A0DEB0269C01CC6F8CB52%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D307ed734fe41c637%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhhnODLra5gKZ0z-ezhwjCbXMOlU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here are some pics of other, probably more exciting, animals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328204408477782530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGVrfH9EgI/AAAAAAAAABo/RMRmZHM1Zgo/s200/DSCF2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;The roaring lion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328205952427918578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGXFWyWhPI/AAAAAAAAABw/RLFwQnES2pc/s200/DSCF2509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cute but smelly otters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328208086198045170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGZBjsyyfI/AAAAAAAAAB4/D1TezE3b0Fw/s200/DSCF2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They have such long tails, snow leopards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328212952438540146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGdcz28B3I/AAAAAAAAACA/skDm1EM1if0/s200/DSCF2521.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;Where to after lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGfIjwmqnI/AAAAAAAAACI/raKKx2ng2rU/s1600-h/DSCF2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGfIjwmqnI/AAAAAAAAACI/raKKx2ng2rU/s1600-h/DSCF2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGfIjwmqnI/AAAAAAAAACI/raKKx2ng2rU/s1600-h/DSCF2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328217298188382178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGhZxCcL-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/22q5fJXHZx0/s200/DSCF2523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wombat sleeping with it's back resolutely turned towards the pesky public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328219329002082162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGjP-aKD3I/AAAAAAAAACY/OAKYNinUdjw/s200/DSCF2527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Red panda having lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328221983159934754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGlqd6s3yI/AAAAAAAAACg/uSvoGHbpmSg/s200/DSCF2532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tired little chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Daddy bought Bridget a gorgeous tiger to cuggle. She was absolutely knackered, and so was I. She was asleep in the car when we got back to Laura and Darren's. I plopped her into her portacot and we both slept for about 3 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328225914752657650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGpPUPc6PI/AAAAAAAAACo/OzmZ4Qd2g-Y/s200/DSCF2533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this photo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-6782921542257462538?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=307ed734fe41c637&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/6782921542257462538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/04/canberra-zoo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6782921542257462538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/6782921542257462538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/04/canberra-zoo.html' title='Canberra Zoo'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfGVrfH9EgI/AAAAAAAAABo/RMRmZHM1Zgo/s72-c/DSCF2510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-7668439107420328559</id><published>2009-04-23T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:21:26.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Easter bunny came to our house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last Easter was a bit of a non-event for Bridget. For starters she wasn't eating chocolate. She had no clue who the Easter bunny was either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This year was another story althogether though so I thought I should make an effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327853836409114866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBW1gZeEPI/AAAAAAAAABA/NQRrkCnUHrA/s200/DSCF2468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;At her bedroom door I left a little basket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327839274892299858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBJl6hUjlI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ub_NpLQSTf4/s200/DSCF2467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;and she followed a trail of small solid eggs up the hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327855072418460274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBX9c5D8nI/AAAAAAAAABI/dSP4E5YScKA/s200/DSCF2473.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;They led to a plush bunny basket holding a book (Spot's First Easter)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327857749749921938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBaZSun-JI/AAAAAAAAABY/gbIVrapy9OQ/s200/DSCF2475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;a chocolate bunny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327856446172342514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBZNahgqPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/03KkoXEfEpE/s200/DSCF2474.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;and a pink bunny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327858982830534146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBbhET87gI/AAAAAAAAABg/MTg1phq4FKM/s200/DSCF2478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;She thought it was all pretty amazing and ran up to our bedroom with her loot, shrieking "Daddy! Daddy! Easter bunny was here!" She had eaten three of the trail eggs before we even knew it too, the little rat! She lurves choc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-7668439107420328559?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/7668439107420328559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-came-to-our-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/7668439107420328559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/7668439107420328559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-bunny-came-to-our-house.html' title='The Easter bunny came to our house!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SfBW1gZeEPI/AAAAAAAAABA/NQRrkCnUHrA/s72-c/DSCF2468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9102301503620823429.post-1643777217879623380</id><published>2009-04-13T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T04:45:07.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome'/><title type='text'>Hello and welcome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hi everyone and welcome to Bridget's long awaited blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am hoping that this will be very handy in keeping family members and friends up to date with what is happening in Bridget's, and her soon to be little sister's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am a bit on the "L" plater side of technology when it comes to blogs but I'm sure I can pretty it up with a gorgeous design and heaps of widgets soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In the mean time, enjoy a pick of Bridget from earlier this year. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324135385316002754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMg7KnZC8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDbFSwrpjOs/s320/I+love+cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Notice the texta on her arm? She looooooves drawing.....on anything. She is getting a lot better now, but leave her be with a pack of textas or some whiteboard markers and she will invariably end up with some on her skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9102301503620823429-1643777217879623380?l=bridgiedidge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/feeds/1643777217879623380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-and-welcome.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/1643777217879623380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9102301503620823429/posts/default/1643777217879623380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bridgiedidge.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-and-welcome.html' title='Hello and welcome!'/><author><name>Bridgie Didge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17114744619736022316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMn5wlIMUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8M0NTOJ8DMg/S220/097.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTW3dgyRWSY/SeMg7KnZC8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EDbFSwrpjOs/s72-c/I+love+cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
