The time had come to leave our lovely apartment by the sea. Going to sleep with the sound of the ocean has been soothing and healing as we have gone through the business stress of the last two years. The view of Bondi Beach each morning, the northern sun streaming in all winter, and being able to see where the best swimming spot is from the balcony. All this is over for the time being.We are truly busting at the seams from a small two bedroom apartment with minimal storage, an office at home, including people coming to work here most days and a one and a half year old child.
Miraculously, across the road a house had become available, so we moved in. We love Fletcher St so much, it is a relief to know we are not moving far, and will not loose all the neighbours and friends we have here.
We could not have described a better house for us. A veggie patch and compost in the front so we get to talk to neighbours as they walk past, and a trampoline where the kids can jump w
hile we garden. Out back is a Balinese style garden with a hot tub and splash pool. And a kitchen to entertain with. Heaven after our tiny apartment.Just like shopping, as soon as the fridge is full, it is time to go out for dinner. So we go to Hyams Beach for Christmas, south of Sydney to stay in a big house with my family. Sue and David (Nana, right and Granddad) meet us there with my brother Stephen (reading to Trinity below) and his partner Steve. Michael and his family have other obligations.
Trinity constantly attacks the Christmas tree, re-hanging the baubles, again. The food is overwhelming, as is Christmas in my family. 
We trundle down to the beach for a lazy swim. Hyams beach is in Jervis bay, a protected lapping beach with, so the Guiness Records say, the whitest sand in the world. Perfect for a little girl.The favourite present is the dinosaur tail that roars if you press a button and can be worn to compliment any outfit.
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e came back in time for New Years Eve and our friends Siani and Guys wedding. It is a nice continuation as Guy was at our wedding too. The ceremony is held on a private beach overlooking Sydney Harbour Bridge, which always has spectacular fireworks displays on this night. Half way through the ceremony a sky writer draws two love hearts in the sky. Guy immediately claims false credit and the crowd goes ohh, ahhh!We dance into the night, and Trinity falls asleep on my chest (hard to get baby sitting on new years eve!)
We then took of to Avoca where Davids step mom Monica (Oma) has a lovely apartment overlooking the beach and a seventies garage fitted out for the 'kids' who all now have kids of their own.
We loll around, and do very little. Eat too much and occasionally swim. There is something about daggy environments that allow me to do much less then normal.
And cheeky girl that she is, Trinity continues to get in trouble.
