Family
- Photos on my phone: 10,017
- Days away from home: 354
- Flight hours: 87
- Airbnbs and hotel rooms: 52
- Flights: 50
- Airports: 23
- Cars (rented/borrowed/owned): 17
- Countries: 10
- Boats: 3
- Children: 2
- Eurostars: 1
- MacBooks that survived a glass of whisky being spilt on them: 0
- Brown hairs left on my head: -6
- it has the word ‘shack’ in its name
- there are lobster pots hanging for styling
- it’s near the ocean
- it’s located at a wharf
- Chico Rolls aren’t on the menu
- there’s a grumpy fisherman on premises
A little life update: we handed the keys for our Gold Coast home back to the landlord yesterday. Today we’re home-less. I’ve just boarded a flight to Melbourne for a wedding there this weekend, then we’re off to New Zealand for a week, the. Hobart and Sydney.
What I’m trying to say is don’t post me anything.
Most of us, me included, can barely think past the next three minutes. We operate in this fear of lack, lack of good or sleep or money, that completely ignores the long arc of our life which gives us decades of evidence that we haven’t gone without yet, and all trend lines point to us being fine in the future.
That’s one of the elements of marriage I love so much.
In marriage you’re forced - by its very nature - to acknowledge that your life is far bigger than this three minute period of stress and anxiety we’re currently facing - in fact we have a whole life ahead of us, and considering that big picture, it’d be great to have someone else in it.
I’m so glad I got over myself long enough to realise that my big picture was missing you, Britt, thank you for making it so much better by simply being you.
Happy 11th anniversary xx
We’re packing and getting ready for our homeward journey tonight in Paris. We’ve got three flights left, and the longest ones just earned us a text message from Qantas letting us know that the four of us had been upgraded to business class (RIP my points balance). We’ve got a few nights in Singapore left and it’s back to the Southern Gold Coast after almost a year away.
So because I’m a big nerd, these are our family travel stats since we left home last September and listed our home on Airbnb:
Scissor me on parenting
📷🇮🇹 Our last Monday in Puglia
Thirteen eggs, four pregnancies, six years, and two children ago
This is Luna, pitching you her idea for her new TV show. If you are a TV producer, Luna would like to sit down and talk about you buying the rights to her show.
Please, no tyre-kickers.
📷🇮🇹🚁 Fifteen of Monopoli’s best from my Mavic in Puglia yesterday
📷🇮🇹🏖️ Family day at the beach at Cala Maka. The beach is apparently/allegedly called Torre Canne Nord Prima della Casa Grigia, which translated from Italian means, North Canne Tower Before the Gray House, which is the most romantic beach name I’ve ever read.
Good luck ever naming a beach better than that.
Thought I would check on the two-year-old before going to bed …
Rate my desk (June 2023 edition)
Withers on film in Hawaii
Withers in Mexico.
I found an undeveloped roll of film from our time in Baja California Sur. Missing Cerritos Beach!
Withers in Paris on 35mm film
We're off to Mexico and how we can stay in contact, a manifesto
Time to get off the hamster wheel: interview with Spencer Howson
Muppets magic.
“I’d save every day like a treasure and then again I would spend them with you”
Cover of Jim Croce’s ‘Time In A Bottle’ as found on The Muppets in 1977. Also, weirdly, featured alongside another Muppet in an iPhone ad for the iPhone 6S and Siri.
Finally, how I feel about Britt. Love you xx
Answers to the 10 most common questions people ask about us moving to Mexico
Ekka 2022
Luna’s birthday week comes to a close. Now we have 51 weeks of mourning until her fourth birthday celebrations can begin.
Vale Alan James Snow
Goldie Grace Withers' birth
Let me introduce you to Goldie Grace Withers
👩🚀 I always wanted you to go into space, mannnn (photo not by Babylon Zoo, only the caption)
We can dance if we want to. We can leave your friends behind. Cause your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance, well, they’re no friends of mine.
Don’t even talk to her before her morning oat milk froth.
There’s a mum sitting in the conductor’s seat of the playground train Luna wants to drive. Do I have jurisdiction here or do I have to just sit here and let her ruin my kids day?
Luna. Takes no bull.
Turns out the TARDIS gets it’s time travelling power from books. Important lesson for us all to learn, ya know?
Luna vs Kangaroo
How to spot a good fish and chip shop.
Bonus points for the shack being a seafood type of shack, for example this one is called ‘The Lobster Shack’
All I want for all of you is to enjoy life as much as Luna enjoys ice cream
Proud to be racing in the Salamanca Place to Hobart pram race today. Photographed is my First Mate taking us over the starting line.
Spending Christmas in the Switzerland of Australia’s south
Our li’l traveller
Whatever your wedding photographer is charging you, Luna will beat their packages by 10%.
Wedding has to start after her midday nap and she’ll need a never ending supply of Smarties.
I’m starting to focus on self portraits
Luna, teaching bubba to swim
🥭 ❤️
🍦❤️🐢
Two daughters and a wife
Woman, circa 2020
Poncho time
Luna’s upgraded to a big girl bed.
Please don’t tell her that a big girl bed is just a cot with a side taken off. She thinks we bought her a new bed.
All of Luna’s friends were getting orange phones so Britt and I buckled and got her an orange phone #badparents
In other audlting news today, Britt and I just fist-pumped on a baby name subject to certain condtions.
Luna and Dad’s first shakedown
Wanna join Luna and my scooter gang? Aside from terrorising the residents of Palm Beach we also smuggle dogs across the New South Wales border.
It’s Luna’s third mango season, or as she calls it, Mangomas.
25 week mama
🌙 More attitude than a professional wrestler
It’s a rare day when you get to love animals and capitalism in the same action
Beach daze
The girl is addicted to sparkling water
She stops to wave and say hi to bush turkeys. We raised her well.
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