Six years ago, Kate was a social worker in Brisbane and a proper city girl - while Ash worked on the family Brahman stud in Bajool. It took a chance meeting at Beef Week to start them on the journey that's lead them here: to a property near Moura with Arnie (the cute baby), Maisey and Macho (the reckless faux-working dogs).Read More
I ran at about 90% anxiety after my son was born. I refused to leave the house for the first two weeks of his life in case some deadly germ drifted into his pram and made him ill. He was perfectly fine of course and my craziness only ebbed away after he turned one. SO IMAGINE MY HORROR when the lovely Steph told me 18 days after Hank was born he did indeed contract a potentially deadly virus that made him stop breathing. He had to be airlifted to hospital in Brisbane (they live near Marlborough, an 8.5 hour-drive north).Read More
I remember the hushed reverence in my house in the days and weeks after my son was born. It was museum quiet, but with a sweet, gooey warmth that felt like we were swimming in honey.
Meeting Victoria and Stewart brought all that back for me. Their involuntary smiles while holding Emma as if she was made of glass, and in their sixth week together, slowly learning the subtleties of her demands.
I spent a whirlwind morning with them - meeting Granny who’d just flown in from Canada to hang out with her first grandchild, while Stewart pasted down Emma’s hair in the wind and Ukrainian-born Victoria whispered to her in Russian.Read More
There's a kind of mania in new-baby homes that already have kids. It’s a bit like the morning after a wedding: some guests are feeling worse for wear, others are still going crazy and there's this sense that something special has happened and (mostly) everyone is very in love.
Welcome to the crazy house Stellan — you are one delightful bambino.Read More