a little bean update (with pics)

Today I’m not going to post a whole bunch of mush on how much motherhood has changed my life (but yes, it has) and I’m not going to rant for long, I’m just going to post a few pics of my little mate. He never fails to put a smile on my face and hopefully he’ll have the same effect on you.

Much love xx


stirling smile

the stork has arrived!

I know, it’s been a bit quiet on the fly girl front – brewing a baby really took it out of me. Not to mention that he stayed in to cook for an extra two weeks! But he’s finally here, so I’d love to introduce you.

little Stirling Alan

little Stirling Alan

All the clichés are true. How can you not wake up every morning wanting to do more, be better, and feeling absolutely inspired (even on a couple of hours’ sleep!) when you wake up with this little face beside you?

the fail that was 2014’s resolutions

Happy New Year!

So I’m a sucker for a good resolution to break, and what better time to reflect on one’s broken promises than on the anniversary of when they were made?

Maybe that sounds a bit cynical; maybe I did better than I think? Last year I decided to make broader goals that focused on improving myself rather than overly-specific small things that were doomed to fail quickly. Before I make a set of new ones, here’s a little report on last year’s (which were made, drunk, on a beach in Madagascar having just become a ‘Mrs’ – in case you need some context).

Did I make a plan for my life and stick to it?

Yes and no. We achieved some big things, like buying our first home, quicker than we thought but then we also changed our minds and decided to start a family quicker too! So, while my ultimate “forever plan” to get married and start a family has been achieved, I haven’t sorted out any of the other details. In fact, I’ve made it harder because my career will now probably have to take a back-seat for a few years.

Did I learn to adapt to life changes?

Yes – see above for a prime example! Life is changing and is about to change again very quickly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Did I have more GRIT?

Hmmm… yeah I don’t even know where to start with that one. FAIL!

Did I stop burying my head in the sand?

Let’s just say I improved, but didn’t stop completely. I do think I became more assertive when addressing issues and I procrastinated less, but this still requires work.

Did I exercise my brain?

FAIL. No I did not. Well, not in the way I meant to. I read a fair bit but there were definitely no French classes!

Did I exercise my body?

Another big fat FAIL. Actually, I did a bit by continuing volleyball but then I fell pregnant and that was the end of it. Does growing another human inside you count?

the new homeowner battle

In March, we bought our dream house in the hills just south of Adelaide (I say the hills, and it is, but it’s technically suburban Adelaide and is about 12km from the CBD… This is the beauty of our fair city). Being homeowners is a big new thing for us; we have a (hefty) mortgage and with that comes a new set of Grown Up responsibilities!

No matter how many times you walk through a place during open inspections or who you pay to get building inspections done before you sign on the dotted line, it would seem unlikely you will ever know exactly what you’re in for until you move in. This is definitely the case for us. The past couple of weeks have been big for us in that, at the same time we received our first ever council rates and emergency services levy in the mail, we also received an electricity bill for $1800! I nearly died. How in earth does that even happen. Well, this is how:

A) a pool:


As you can see, the pool looks a bit on the sad side. The pump is shot and so is the salt water chlorinator (something I just learnt existed).

And B) this old electricity meter:


Which apparently does not measure off-peak electricity usage (which we use for the pool). Hubby says this is completely common but I had no idea!

So now we need to add the cost of the pump, salt water thingy, and new meter to the ever-growing list of improvements… Unfortunately these ones are on the more urgent end of the list because I don’t think we can afford an $1800 bill every quarter, eeek!

So there you have it, Amelia has just learnt a few valuable lessons in what it’s like to own a home, how electricity works and how to give herself a heart attack. I hope baby doesn;t mind sleeping in a box on the floor because his nursery is on the backburner (don’t worry we’ll get him sorted).

back in the saddle

I promised myself towards the start of the year that I would commit to this page fully and never let it slide. That I wouldn’t let it sit here without being updated, nurtured, and allowed to be the best it could possibly be.

Well, you know what they say about promises.

I again find myself sitting here wondering how to apologise for the two months of neglect. I hope many of you out there can understand that sometimes life gets in the way; maybe you’ve lost someone close to you and found it hard to move forward (not that I wish this upon anyone); or you’ve experienced the joys and frustrations of early pregnancy (that’s right folks!); or you’ve bought a house and started doing some renovations and realised just how time consuming it is… Or you’ve piled all this and more on your plate without knowing how to juggle everything!

So without further ado, I pronounce this the start of more flygirl: more thoughts, more reflections, more disastrous kitchen fails, more everything – I think this blog can be so much better than what it is.

Thanks for sticking with me, you can’t begin to know how much I appreciate it! xx

on losing a friend

For the past couple of weeks I have put off writing, adding fun pictures, even reading. I’ve been in a bit of a tailspin really, not sure of what to do with myself. This morning I find myself here, asking for a clean slate.

Two weeks ago, I lost a friend.

The kind of friend who, even though catchups were rare, made me so comforted by her very existence in this world. The kind of friend who made me feel like the world was a special place just because she was here in it. The kind of friend who inspired so many to be better, better, better.

The thing is, she didn’t know this. She didn’t know (or maybe she knew but chose not to see) just how much she meant to me and to many others and how she deeply affected everyone around her. How she raised people up with her love, encouragement and support. How in bad times she made people believe life was worth fighting for.

For her though, it wasn’t.

I don’t think she gave up, I think she knew it was the end of her journey. No matter how awful that is for us to accept, I need to believe that now. She was determined to complete her journey, and on her own terms, and no matter what anyone said or did I don’t think it could ever have made a difference. After a couple of weeks of searching desperately for answers I now choose to believe what she said all along: it was her time. I respect her decision because that’s what friends do. I submit to her wishes and her plans for herself because I have no choice, but also because my love and support for her was and will always be unconditional (and that’s something she always gave others).

This all being said, I also need to add this: please, please, please make an effort with the beautiful friends you seldom see. This modern world has many of us flung far from our roots but the effort will always be worth it. You never know the impact you have on someone and failing that, you never know how much time you have left with them.

Amelia xx

P.S I would also like to make a special mention of beyondblue. In Australia, these guys work tirelessly to increase mental health awareness, suicide prevention and help to families affected by these issues.

i’ve cracked.

Well… I’ve added a bucket list (see the top menu). I’ll keep ticking things off as I go, but let’s be honest I’ll probably add just as many things as I tick off!

I know the idea might be kind of naff, but I thought it’s a nice way to remind myself to “just keep swimming” when I need a bit of encouragement.


What’s on your bucket list?