Happy weekend, everyone! It can't arrive too soon for me after a particularly *testing* day with the pixies. I am almost catatonic! Mr PB has promised to take them out for the day tomorrow so I can recover ☺. I'm so pleased many of you enjoyed catching up on the 'back story' of how we arrived on Planet Baby in my last post. Thankyou to those gorgeous Planetarians who opened up with your own stories in the comments on your journeys to motherhood. It's an honour to have you sharing these really personal insights here.
As I'm still trying to *rest* my recovering hand (easier said than done with the 3 pixies on school holidays), I thought I'd whip up this quick post by answering another of your burning questions from our survey - 'Why did you go to Tasmania?'. Before I start, just in case some of you are unfamiliar with my family background, I should explain that both Mr PB and I grew up in Hobart, Tasmania's capital. We spent 11 years in Sydney as I mentioned here. We always planned to return to Hobart to raise the pixies and also as our parents and two of our sisters live here as well as old friends.
So, now to answer your question!
|Card of Tasmania by the talented Lisa Kingston of Little and Big K|
And this post continues the story of how we actually managed to pack up our apartment and move with 6 week old Sam, 19 month old India and 3½ year old Joshua back to Hobart. My stars! They were very hard days. Little did I know what was to come next - a story for another day.
So tell me, have any of you made any similarly difficult and crazy moves? Tell me I'm not alone!