Our little family has expanded.
Today we brought home Arlo, our eight week old German Shepherd.
We might possibly be a little crazy getting a puppy while Hudson is a toddler, but right now we are pretty happy with our decision.
On his first day with us he has survived his first windy car trip without being sick, got swiped in the eye by the cat and avoided getting run over by Hudson driving a giant bumble bee on wheels.
An eventful day for a (not so) little one.
I intend to blog more frequently about the adventures of Hudson + Arlo but for now I have a big fluffy bear that needs snuggling.



When I told people we were moving to Adelaide, the response was often similar – a sympathetic expression and something along the lines of “and how do you feel about that?”

I admit I wasn’t sure.

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40 IN, 40 OUT


I lost track of Hudson’s age in weeks when we hit double figures, however, this week after a particularly challenging night, I checked when to expect his next age-related developmental ‘leap’ and realised that today marks exactly forty weeks since I gave birth. Since he arrived promptly on his due date, it means that as of today, we have been watching him grow outside in this world for as long as he grew in my tummy. And it feels like if I sit still and concentrate for long enough, I could actually see him get a little bigger, and a little smarter, before my eyes.

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Aside from a rogue mound hidden behind the permanently closed door of the spare room for now, we have finished unpacking. This nomad pile will be rehomed in time, but the more appealing task of finding our bearings takes precedence until then. And by ‘bearings’ I mean coffee.

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