The Zombie Apocalypse Is Upon Us

Take one small boy. One brilliant make up artist. One studio. One sick day crashing into Mumma's gig and a warehouse FULL of the most wondrous things a small boy child could ever hope to see and what have you got? A Very Tops Day.

Mia'kate's (the utterly brilliant aforementioned make up artist) studio is inside a bigger studio that houses the most eclectic group of cinematic artists.

Special Effects Makeup Designers, Prop Makers, Art Directors and Production Designers. 

Everywhere you look, there's something else amazing to see. A gigantic, shiny 10ft tall robot. A wide variety of skulls - human, animal, prehistoric and current. Large fiberglass injection molds. Partially painted body parts. Witches. Skeletons. Fully finished gory dismembered corpses. Posed animals. More skulls! Styrofoam models. Wizards. It's, as the kids say, "epiiiiiiiiic!"

Mumma had an appointment with Mia'kate to sit for some portfolio work she was putting together. Mo was sick that day. "Don't worry, bring him along." she said. "Hi" said Mo as he clambered up into her make up chair. "I'd LOVE to be a cowboy zombie, please!" "Can I?" said Mia'kate. "Knock yourself out." said Mumma.

That kid crowned his mother, Best. Mother. Ever!

In a flurry of fake blood, bottled "dirt", tooth black-out and more fake blood this little Zombie Vampire Cowboy was ready.

Posed in a checked shirt and handed a severed foot, the camera clicked.


(check out the size of the grin in the pic, above right) :-)

I think it's probably going to go down in the annals of sick day times as the best sick day, ever. EVER.

Mia'kate is the make-up artist. The art director. The prop maker (gross foot there, Meerkat!) AND photographer. Some people have just a little bit too much talent to be fair.

Here's her finished product.  What a happy boy!

Afterwards, we were sitting in gorgeous cafe on the Williamstown foreshore. I was on the phone and I noticed we'd neglected to wipe some of the blood off Mo's neck. I pointed to it and handed him a napkin. Mo got down off his chair, walked up to the lady sitting next to us and tapped her on the arm. He whisperd, "It's just fake blood, I was a Zombie Cowboy earlier. Now, I'm normal again." And he returned to his seat. 

THAT is my boy!

Mo's Show & Tell at school after this was pretty.... yup. Epic!

Mo's Model Mother xx



Lost tooth miracle; Tooth Fairy may have lost her mind.

It's gone! We didn't even know he had a wobbler... poor second child.  We went to pick him up from school and Miss Morrish said, "There's been some excitement here today..." 

He'd been helping his friend, Shourya disconnect a couple of bits of stubborn Lego - and like any industrious 5yo, he used his teeth. It did work, but there were consequences, discovered when his other friend Ferne said, "Oh Mo! Here's your tooth!"

Mo's version of the story - relayed directly to his Arnie over the phone.

"So how did you lose your tooth, Mo?"

"It was a Lego situation."

Older brother, Bragger Child #1 was pleased for his brother, but took every single available and not-so-available opportunity to turn the story back to himself... "Oh yes, that reminds me when *I* lost *my* tooth..." "Yes, Buddy, but this isn't about you."  "Ah yes, *I* got American money for *my* first tooth, because you know, we're half American..." "We know Spike. This is Mo's moment." "Funny, hey, remember when *I* lost *my* tooth at school Mrs Stelling put it in a little envelope..." "Spike!" "Me, me me..."  "I, I, I..!"

Bed time rolls around, the single bloody-stumped tooth is washed and prepared for a certain nocturnal tiny-enamel loving Sprite with an abundance of cash to come along. 

Husband says, "What do you think he'll get?"

"It's gotta be something grand." says I.

Bemused smile creeps across aforementioned husband's face, "There's a one hundred dollar bill in the drawer..."

He shoots, he scores!

We were woken from our blissful slumber by this exclamation from the Playroom.


Braggy Child #1 was incredulous and - I have to hand it to him - VERY gracious. Cashed Up Kid #2 was mystified and keen to get the $100 in to his piggy bank without delay.


The full glory of this story wont be realised for a few more years. But it's gotta rank right up there as one of my favourite parenting moments. - thus far.

Well played, us. Well played.



The saintliest of all children, Morrison Flynn enjoyed his very-late-pushed-back-by-comedy-festival-never-once-complained-about-it birthday party... yesterday. 25 days after the fact. 


We had done the dinner with Nana and Papa, cake and presents on the 1st, we're not total heathens. It was then he scored his new bike and all was right with the world. 

"It's red white and black, it's got a bell and goes really fast" in case you were wondering. It's had a few trips to the lake, one ride without brakes down a hill, in to a tree and countless rounds of the deck.

We're not allowed to ride in to the dog or over our brother, so you know. Normal as!

For the party, we went to a place that is just a decibel above parent-abuse, otherwise known as, an Indoor PlayCentre. If you've never been before, it's a place where adults absolve themselves of blame and kids absolve themselves of the laws of physics, and nature.

There's stuff to climb, heave, slide down, be pushed off, hide in and get carpet burn from. So that's what our dozen or more 4-8 year-olds did. As a parent or guardian, you stand on the bits that aren't spongy and drink coffee which is not spiked in any way shape or form and pretend to watch what's going on. Occasionally you can shout out, "Stop it!" and/or "Get off that/him/her!" What's not to love!?

Mo requested dark, dark, chocolate brownie cake. The PlayCentre provided ice-cream cake. I did not ask about allergies for my children do not have any therefore my care valve is less primed.

So, is there much of a change from 4yo to 5yo? Well, he's a school kid now. No kinder. No hanging out at home with Mum, bored out of his [sizeable] gourd.  Making LOTS of new friends in a class taught by the supremely wonderful, Miss Morrish.  The change from 4 to 5 means that THIS year, he can join Little Athletics. Come September, that's going to be a world of joy! 

Morrison is independent, joyous, confident, generous, beautiful and hirsute!

Thanks for helping us celebrate, Aiden, Angus, Linda, Lohia, Becca, Matthew, Clancy, Tild, Bodhi and Holly. Spike of course and we missed you Shoruya and Nathan. 

Happy birthday Mo Flynn, we couldn't love you more if you had a cool hard cash packed chewy cream centre

Lots of love, 

Mum, Daddy, Spike Rye and Orson Pup Chews-Everything Superstar. xxxx


class of '014!

Today was Morrison's first day of school. Ahem, I said, FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!

Holy moly! When did that happen!? (today, der brain - you just wrote it down!)

Off he went in his tiny pants, small shirt and large hat - heh. Didn't even bother to look up when we said, "Ok baby, we're going to go now."  Just a cheery, "Ok, see ya!"

There was Lego, his friends, lots of books and a sweet young *teacher there to take our place.

*(Miss Morrish is about 24 years old. Mo described her to Papa as, "Really old!" Serves her right for trying to usurp my position as most fabulous woman in his life!)

Shunned! We took my trauma... to the Coldstream Brewery and drank the ridiculousness of it all away.

When we picked him up, Daddy asked, "What did you do today, Mo?"

"I learnt to read."

So, that's taken care of.

We think tomorrow it's symbolic algebra and organic chemistry.

You gorgeous, adorable boy. We hope you're always as happy to go to school. We're so proud of you!

Mo's Mum and Dad and big brother Spike xoxox



time capsules

On New Years Day, we (my brother Spike. Cousins, Tild and Angus and the girls next door, Mikayla and Ella) all came over to our house so we could put things in THREE different time capsules Daddy was going to bury in the yard.

Everyone bought over some special things. Dolls, rings, bits of Lego and funny toys. Daddy and Mummy interviewed us all - asking us questions about ourselves now and what we think we will be like in, 1, 5 and 10 years time. The little memory cards are in the time capsules now. We also included notes to ourselves in our own handwriting. We included art work and awards, from kinder and school. Photos of us being silly and being serious. Ok, there might have been one serious one. Kinda.

They're buried in the yard. Mum has got flag markers ready to go in so we don't forget where they are! That would be pretty silly wouldn't it?

So, we'll see you back here on January 1st, 2015. January 1st, 2019 and January 1st, 2024. I'll be 5 when dig the first one up. Then 9, then, 14!  Spike will be 8, 12 and then 17! Oh... Mum's got a funny look on her face now?  Must be wind. 

Mo Flynn (as dictated to, Mumma) xxoo


**Daddy points out Mumma will be 29, 30 & 32 Maths. It's a funny thing. x