Christmas time in the city

Yeah, yeah, I know it's February already. But in mother of small kids time, that means I'm basically the most organised person ever. Because seriously, who has time to blog just for memory sake when you're knee deep in fart jokes from your three year old and every time you take your eyes off your one year old you find him standing on top of a table?

He's a Wild(er) one

Sometimes I look at the photos around our house and I think "would anyone even know I have Wilder?"

Bowral without babies

In another life, Ms R and I partied in Shanghai, Amsterdam, Berlin, and Russia, just to name a few places. 

Backpackers, a decade on

Ten years ago, a slightly more innocent Miss K and I made the decision to continue on our backpacking adventures instead of heading home as planned. After traipsing through South East Asia, Mexico, Belize, Guatemala, Cuba, New York and a mad party week of no sleep in Vegas, we boarded a hellish flight to Costa Rica for Christmas. The flight wasn't bad, I should clarify, travelling on half an hour sleep was. 

Winter down South

I thought we were pretty much done with weddings, but this year we've been to three.