Dream Ride

How are your dreams hanging? Mine it seems are riding off into the sunset….I used to have many, but at some point I think that living took over from dreaming. I have plenty of time left but my list seems to have shrunk, in fact I’m not sure that I could think of any really passionate ‘bucket list’ type dreams that I pine for. One the other hand – my son’s dreams are huge and many, he’s had no one tell him that they’re unachievable yet and he doesn’t understand the enormity of what he expects is possible. I LOVE that! 😀 It must be awesome to be 5!

I’ve written before about how much Miles loves cycling himself as well as professional cycling. This week The Daddy and Miles took off from our temporary flood refuge in brissy to chase a dream (after all dreams stop for no surging river!)- they headed to Adelaide with the hope of meeting Miles’ favourite rider Mark Cavendish. If you don’t follow cycling, I would equate it to meeting Bros when they owed us nothing, or a Spice Girl when they were touring Britain in a union jack double decker bus….. well perhaps not – I think David Beckham would be a better analogy than Posh. Cav is Miles’ hero.

It must feel strange at 5 to have achieved your biggest dream but here it is. The boys spotted Cav on his way back from a training ride and The Daddy called him over to meet Milo. What does Miles want to do next? Why firstly ride with Cav, then beat him in the tour of course 🙂 Dream big baby!!

The pic is for the girls – but feel free to enjoy it too boys 😉

Have you achieved your dreams? Have you got a bucket list?


memories made of music

Poor old blog – I just completely abandon you whenever I have a personal crisis! Well this time was more of a family one. It’s called house hunting and now that we are in the process of getting approved I can take three deep breathes and allow some space in my brain for other things.

This post was inspired by Bianca’s post at Bigwords, their family is also moving and she’s lamenting the potential loss of memories linked to their physical house. We have been gypsies for so long that I have to carry our memories with us, and they seem to find their transport mostly in music.

My father spent most of his professional life working in the Aussie music industry and The Daddy and I met studying contemporary music at uni so we’ve always had a lot of music around us. While house hunting we were looking at two places, one had a red kitchen and so naturally will forever after be named The Red House after Mr Jimi Hendrix’s genius. The other one was on the top of a hill, but it channeled Josh Pyke’s Middle of the Hill for me. Naturally all week these two songs have been my mental soundtrack.

The repetition of those two songs started me thinking about how instrumental (excuse the pun) music is in building memories. Obviously there were songs that can instantly recreate childhood (Michael Jackson, Fleetwood Mac and Elton John) artists that saw me through high school (thinking Red Hot Chili Peppers, Nirvana and Tori Amos) and university (Dig were big at the time), a lot of music around gigs and even some songs that still remind me of ex-boyfriends…..and I’m not sure those associations will ever disappear. In fact the first time The Daddy and I met we bonded over a shared love of 60’s and 70’s bands Crosby Stills & Nash, Joe Cocker and Jethro Tull among others. And of course there’s my Top 10 artists/albums/songs – but I can’t really narrow them down to a Top 10 so I guess that they don’t really exist 😉

BUT for me the albums that will live in my heart forever are those I was obsessed with while pregnant, yes I played them over and over again – they were the soundtrack to grow little humans by! And by default each of my children have songs – not songs they picked but my favourites off these albums. And so today I share them with you.

Miles’ album was Lior’s self titled debut and Autumn Flow the song (Had he been a girl, she would have been Autumn.)

Tilda’s album was Josh Pyke’s Memories and Dust and her song the title track

In hindsight not traditional Baby songs, and quite dark – they can still make me cry, but so does everything else these days.

As the kids grew their songs changed – Lennon’s Beautiful Boy for Miles, Little Ray of Sunshine for Tilly and lately Simon & Garfunkle’s Feeling Groovy! The list will keep growing as they do. And so we take our memories with us, as boxes of CDs in the garage, our iPods and media center and more than anything else our internal jukebox.

Does music make your memories too? What’s your soundtrack?

Folding bikes? New trend – flat bikes!

Today, unsurprisingly was about bikes…. but not quite as we’d expected.

The day started really well, Cavendish won last nights Tour de France stage which is kind of the best thing that could have started our day – and then….

Miles has been told that he can’t have a road bike until he’s 7 – 8 yrs old due to size requirements. But yesterday The Daddy found a kids roadie with 20″ wheels.

Given Miles had a birthday coming up we thought we’d go have a look. Unfortunately it’s still to big for him but we think he’ll have it by his next birthday which is still earlier than we thought.

Came home, took the kids inside for a rest and while they were resting thought I’d duck out for a quick look at the second hand stores. In the process (due to an unfortunate series of events) I backed over Miles’ bike. And it got stuck under the car. And I killed it. And The Daddy had to jack the car up to get it out. And Miles cried cause he thought he’d have to wait an extra year to get his road bike and would have nothing in the meantime. And I really damaged the driveway. And things were baaaaaad. There is nothing like the sound of your child’s most prized possession being dragged, scraping and grinding under the car – although I’m glad it was JUST the bike.

(A disclaimer at this point – I am paranoid about running over the kids and I knew exactly where they were before I backed out of the driveway)

Now what to do. Miles is so obsessed with cycling that he wasn’t going to last while we ordered replacement parts for his bike….
* wheel
* brake cable
* pedals
* grips
* brake pads
even after that it would have been pretty banged up……

So – we went and bought a couple of early birthday pressies…. Miles has a bigger, new, flashy Byk 450 and Tilly has a purple Byk 350 with pedals and no training wheels, so time for her to graduate from the balance bike! Byk are the best kids bikes we’ve found in Australia – and they are Australian designed.

The negative side of impulsive bike purchases…. we may have to postpone our holiday, but on the positive….. I’ve managed start our pile for the hard rubbish collection next week.