Wednesday, October 30, 2013


"A portrait of my children once a week, every week for 2013."

In amongst the new born haze I didn't have the time to capture week 43 so I'm borrowing these ones off our dear family friend Aunty Feather who came all the way from Sydney to visit us. 

Our first sunset picnic in our favorite spot - back in the wilderness as a family of four. 

Ba'il - Watching the sun go down, down, down and the first star come up, up, up. My darling boy gets so excited when he spots the first evening star.

Milinh - First sunset on her home ground. Learning to delight in the simple things from a young age. 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

River Dreaming - Pink.


Never before did I imagine having so much pink in our home. Since Milinh's arrival we have been showered in beautiful hues of pink. Seems that everywhere we look is a lovely reminder that we have a wee little girl amongst us. My washing line has never looked so pretty and feminine. So as spring comes to an end in the tropics and summer is upon us, I'm soaking in all the pretty pinks that surrounds us - both in our home and in nature. 

Saturday, October 26, 2013


Each evening as the sun started to set the children could be found collecting the eggs, playing with the baby chickens and climbing the old frangipani tree in the veggie garden.  While the children mused themselves we would pick fresh salad and vegetables for dinner. This was our evening ritual during the weeks while we waited for Milinh's arrival and for the few days after her birth. My brother-in-law, his beautiful wife and two kids live right next door to our River Nest and for many nights of waiting for birth to begin, they offered us the comfort of not only their home, but also their most amazing vegetable patch. 

There's something romantic about a large-scale vegetable patch. Maybe it's the memories I have of playing in my grandparents garden as a child, munching on miniature carrots still covered in earth. Or maybe it's seeing our children wonder through the garden beds of blossoming produce oblivious to how incredibly lucky they are. I feel blessed that they have such simple beauty in their life. 

Since returning to Cooktown where no such vegetable garden exists and fresh produce is a luxury, I have made a pledge to feed my family simply with clean delicious food that has been made with love. Life before Milinh's arrival was hectic and due to our exhaustion food became convenient. There was art exhibitions and endless travel for work. Now I'm on maternity leave I plan to get into the whole new swing of things. I look forward to packing Ba'il's lunch box with amazing clean homemade goodies and sitting down at night to a slowly and lovingly prepared meals. Lately I've been preparing raw meals, juicing, blending, and soon we will begin dehydrating and preserving once the mangos and tropical fruit ripen on our trees. So until we live on our River Nest I will continue to dream of my very own large-scale vegetable patch and continue to prepare food for my family that is clean, simple and delicious. 

Here are some irresistible recipes I have tried recently - 

This amazing banana and macadamia raw pie

A delicious raw mango cheesecake. 

And this incredibly easy raw chocolate mousse. 


Tuesday, October 22, 2013


"A portrait of my child'ren' once a week every week, in 2013."

And then we were four.

Wee One...

A week ago today on an overcast afternoon I birthed our second child - a darling heart baby girl. When I started having contractions in the morning, there was no way I expected that our wee one would arrive that afternoon (not after the lengthy birth I experienced with her big brother 3.5 years ago). After weeks of waiting up the Top Shed, her swift and beautiful entrance into the world is something I will hold dear in my heart forever. 

Milinh Yindi Lucia Zaicz was born at 4:37pm Tuesday the 15th of October. Weighing in at 7pd and 9oz our wee darling girl is just divine. 

Milinh (pronounced Mil-in) is a Guugu Yimithirr language name for 'calm and peaceful'. Our sweet girl is that exactly - calm and peaceful. The Elders of the Aboriginal community I work in gave us this name. 

Yindi as in 'Yothu Yindi' is Yolngu meaning 'child of the earth' and is special to us because she was born to the sweet sounds of Gurrumul. 

Lucia is Italian for 'light' and was my grandmother's name and is my middle name. 

Milinh Yindi Lucia you complete us. Your big brother Ba'il is totally smitten about you and you are surrounded by endless love from our family and friends. 

And so a new chapter begins....

Monday, October 14, 2013


"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2013." 

Socks and crocs. Styling the typical attire after an early afternoon bush bath. Clean feet have become such a simple luxury after two weeks away from home. We are still waiting. 

Wednesday, October 9, 2013


Waiting. Rather impatiently if I must admit. Home for the last 12 days has been the Top Shed. An unfinished attempt of a temporary holiday home on our River Nest, while the main residence is occupied. The Top Shed lacks most luxuries you will find in a normal four walled house. 

I have a bucket bath behind some roofing iron, an old fashioned bush drop dunny, and a rather lovely king sized mattress under a soft cotton mozzie net (my only security from bush creepy crawlies). Last night Caleb put drain pipes on our kitchen sink... we were so excited about a simple luxury. 

Normally I absolutely adore the Top Shed... but these last few days have challenged my perception of the place, especially with this unusual heat. At 41 weeks pregnant, I miss my hot and cold endless water supply, my air conditioned bed room, my leather couch, internet access, Ba'il's bedroom and a real toilet. Never before have I missed home in Cooktown so much, where our normal routine and luxuries reside. 

While we wait we try to pass our days by long walks in the bush, swims in the river, henna bellies, long day time rests in front of a little fan and reading books. Each day we tell the baby that it's ok to come out now. Please come out now. 

There is something ever so unnatural about having to travel to give birth. Having to leave our comfort zone in order to be closer to a hospital. It's just plain unfair. I plan to dedicate a lot of time to campaigning birth options for women who live remotely once I get home with our wee one. 

39 & 40/52

"A portrait of my child once a week, every week in 2013." 

Week 39 - a weekend in Cairns, enjoying civilisation and sunshine. A break away from the River while we continue to wait for the wee one to arrive. 

Week 40 - back up the River.... the waiting continues. "Come out now baby" we say everyday. Your little hand of unkept nails on my big hard belly.