A scenic tour of our new house

Hi, it's me, Gary.......

Due to the fact that no one else has gotten off their behinds to show you around our new pad, I've taken it upon myself to do the honors......

Suburbia....here I come!

Not content with just sitting back and watching in awe how amazing their only begotten son is, Mummy and Daddy have been busy.... very busy.

They are now the proud owners of a mortgage,

a big fat hungry mortgage!

I can't wait to fall over on the polished floorboards, tangle myself up in the chi chi window treatments, and put inappropriate items in the dishwasher. There's a reserve at the back for me to run away in, a quiet cul de sac to learn to fall off my bike in and several very busy roads to play on when Mummy and Daddy are angry with me.

One of my friends from daycare actually lives there at the moment, so she's been filling me in on all the best places to hide your Vegemite toast and the most dangerous things to climb on. We don't move in until July, so my parents have oodles of time to jettison the clutter they've collected over the last 8 years (yeah right.... says Mummy!)

Baby Boom

Introducing the next in a long line of babies recently coming into my world...

Violet Margery Motion.

Daughter of Laurinda and Derek.

Baby sister of Caleb and Issac.





Also welcome to Abby Jane Shea, of whom I do not have a photo.

Daughter of Janet and John

Imogen Frances

This is the newest member of The International League of Infant Anarchists and my new cousin,

Imogen Frances.

Welcome to the family, and my condolences to Clancy, who must now share her parent's love forever more.

They have returned!

Guess who turned up on our doorstep last night?
None other than the famous Pat and Cass!!!!!!!
Appartently they had a few visa 'issues' and needed to come home ASAP.
YAY!!!!!!!
They are now tucked up in bed in our spare room, but Mummy said that 5.55am is not an okay time to go and hop into bed with two jet lagged people.....Awwwww......

Lost!

My knee fat and two of my chins.

Somewhere between the hospital and 'Gastroville'.

Reward offered.

Conclusion

It makes me sad to say, but yes, dear loved ones The Festival of Wal is over. Yesterday we had our Mum's Group birthday party which signified that my birthday had drawn to an end. No more cake, no more happy birthday song, no more presents.
But anyway, me and my posse gathered with our parents at a local park and got rained on. We had lots of yummy food, everyone played with my 'outdoorsy' toys, we had cake, we all tried to run/crawl away from the group and did I mention it rained?

Sorry Eleanor, I don't know why you're all the way over there,

probably because you're trying to run away.

So happy birthday everyone!

P.S Do you guys feel like this is rapidly becoming your blog too?

Happy birthday to me!

A BIG thank you to everyone who made this the best birthday I've ever had!

More bloody changes

I don't know why Mummy keeps doing this to me, but we as a family are undergoing yet more changes.

Mummy has a new job as a Director of a childcare centre (she keeps singing to herself 'Got an office, got a desk, got a computer, don't have to touch children no more, no more!') and I have a new childcare centre. Apparently Mummy said she'd only take the job if they offered her a place for me.

My new centre seems really nice and I had an absolute ball on my first day there yesterday (but don't tell Mum or Dad). I am going to miss my Manda, and my Renee and my Ayse, but I guess shit happens. The down side is that I have to go there five days a week....FIVE DAYS?! The outrage! The neglect! The lack of time for blogging!

I'm back!

We apologise for this break in transmission, I've been away at Nanna's house, where we went to a whole heap of weddings.

This is Mummy's cousin Herbie's new wife Kim at the first wedding we went to where I got kissed and squeezed by a whole heap of great aunties with facial hair (now I know where Mummy gets it from!)

Then we went to the wedding of my Uncle and Auntie Monkey, whose names are apparently Tim and Sally. I made friends with a mysterious older cowboy at the reception, who stole my heart, my kisses and my toys.

Things got kinda ugly from this point on

This is my friend Callum, who came over yesterday just to beat me up.....Cheers Callum!

Golden Times!

As you may know we have recently been at Grandma and Pop's house helping them celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary. Now I know I've said this before, but Man, I have a lot of cousins!

I spent my time getting squeezed and loved by oh so many people (Auntie Fay, you know what I'm taking about.) Mummy and Daddy say that their livers hurt. Anyway, I'll stop talking and get onto the pictures.

Cousins, cousins everywhere!

Emma, thats my guitar!

Now if we can just work out that Ozzy Osbourne rif, both of our daddys will be so proud.

And We're Off!!!

The Wonderful World of Walter will be quiet again for a few days because we're going up to Grandma and Pop's house for their 50th wedding anniversary. All of Daddy's nine brothers and sisters and 25 cousins and various hangers on will be converging on Grandma's backyard to celebrate. Auntie Grub and cousin Emma are here, having flown down yesterday from Brisvegas and we'll all head off later.

So see you next week!

My first Christmas.

Ahhhhh, home sweet home! We made the trek down to Nanna and Claudie's and made it back in one piece (just.....Daddy was severely traumatised by the amount of traffic on the Hume Highway on Saturday the 23rd and spent the whole drive and the following 24 hours shaking like our old washing machine.) It was great to see all the aunties, uncles and cousins and to bask in the sugary goodness that is Mummy's family.

On Christmas Eve we went out to Uncle Denis and Auntie Becca's farm for dinner. Clancy has the most rocking sandpit in the whole wide world and all the cousins and I put it to good use. We also played with the chooks and patted the horse. They have just renovated the old house and it now looks like something out of all those Lifestyle channel renovation shows Mummy watches with an addictive fervour.

Christmas Day dawned, bright and cold (not quite snowing..... quite). I went to mass with Mummy while Daddy stayed home for some 'quiet time'. Once all the Tomlinson cousins were assembled (Sarah, Tori, Claudia and Clancy - Grace, Harry, Frances and Lil came over later.... okay, most of the cousins and where were Megan and Jess?) we got to play with all the wrapping paper, sorry unwrap the presents. The grown ups got to eat lots of lovely food and drink lots of lovely drinks...and all I got was healthy vegies and water! So not fair, especially when Claudia and Clancy got to eat ice cream and lollies. Damn those parents of mine and their nutritious ideals. I also have to say a big thank you to Auntie Kathryn, who shared a room with me at Nanna's house and got up to feed me at the crack of dawn, gently encouraged me to go back to sleep after my bottle and then got up to play when it became obvious that I just wasn't going to go back to sleep. I missed you this morning Auntie Kathryn.....did you miss me?

And to Frannie, for the skillful delivery of crawling lessons......I can get up onto my knees and rock back and forth now!

So, to Nanna and Claudie and all the Tomlinson family, thanks for a great Christmas,Love Wal.

Merry Christmas and to all a good night.

To my dear friends and ardent admirers,
I would just like to take this opportunity to wish all and sundry a Merry Christmas. The presents are wrapped, Santa's lap has been sat upon, lists have been made and checked not once, but twice and Auntie Kathryn has a firm rein on the catering arrangements (if there is one thing Mummy's family do well, its catering arrangements!)We're heading down to Nanna and Claudie's house for Christmas to see the cousins, torment the dogs and to let Nanna slip me some pavlova and trifle when nobodies looking.
To everyone who has made my nine months on this earth memorable, thank you.
Love Walter.
P.S. Santa, you can find me at Nanna's house....O.K?

Next stop, Port Vila!

Today we take leave of Mummy's dear friend 'Lette, who goes on posting to Vanuatu today for the next few years. Colette has been one of the few people that Mummy has been able to be brutally honest with about the realities of this parenting malarky.....and Daddy and I thank you!
We're going to miss you heaps, and we know that Nick and my mate Julian will be lost without you.
I am however getting alarmed by the rumours of me and Daddy having some 'boys bonding time' whilst Mummy says she's going to sit by the lagoon, tucking foreign currency into some pool boy's trunks.

International League of Infant Anarchists- human rights division, is there something that can be done?

'Lette, it would seem we still have technical difficulties posting photos, so it looks like you got lucky, because the photo I was gonna use was a doozy!

Welcome to the world.

Introducing Tomas Edward Whitaker....
Product of The Irritable Uterus and Big Dougie.
Little brother and future scapegoat of 'Bugga' and 'Scarti'.

Born 7.08pm, Wednesday 25th October 2006.

7pds 12ozs.

Mummy and I went on another road trip to see Auntie Kate and Tomas. There were lots of bendy, twisty, steep roads to drive down (so I'm told, I was sleeping off all those 5 am wake up calls I've been giving Mummy!) and lots of opportunities to laugh at Mummy and her wonderful singing.
Mummy and Auntie Kate are having fantasies of Tomas and I fighting, sorry I meant playing together when we're bigger and sharing hand me down clothes.

Tomas, The International League of Infant Anarchists welcomes you to it's ranks.

See ya, Unkie Al!

Unkie Al is moving to the big smoke....you'd better be back in time to play spiderman with me!