Posts Tagged ‘birthdays’
1. It’s her 14th birthday today. (Happy birthday beautiful).
2. Born on a Friday, under a full moon – she was first on the list of caesareans for the day and was my most gentle of births.
3. On exiting theatres her crib ran over the midwife’s toe, breaking it – she was only 4kg.
4. She was the only girl in a sea of boys born over the three day period we were in the hospital.
5. She set the nursery on fire – she was under a warmer because she couldn’t keep her temperature up and an electrical fault in the wiring caused a fire to start in the walls.
Needless to say we were evacuated.
6. She was born with a full head of hair that stuck straight out and didn’t sit down until she was 8 months old.
It was the cutest thing.
7. First song learnt: Old MacDonald Had A Farm (ee-i-ee-i-oh)
8. At 14, she loves One Direction and harbours a (very) strong desire to meet them.
9. She is very artistic.
10. Is obsessed with stationary (that’s my girl)
11. Loves Vans shoes and skateboards.
12. Favourite thing about herself: the colour of her eyes.
13. Loves ice cream and chocolate (that’s my girl).
14. Is a great big sister.
One of the best things I ever played a part in creating.
Happy, happy birthday Lily.
Love you to the moon and back.
I’ve been sitting here for a couple of days trying to figure out what to write.
I need to write something (anything) so I can push past the block.
Something witty (okay, I know that doesn’t really happen here)
Anything that strays from the theme of last week.
There are things to write about, good things but I need time to sift through my thoughts,
and put them here.
It’s hard though when the girl is up and down – having slept for most of yesterday in,
what must seem to her,
like a gigantic swimming pool of a (my) bed.
Missing school (again – the truant officer must be ready to make a home visit soon) .
Covers right up under her chin, she slept and slept and slept.
She has the gammy leg thing going on, which is bothering her still
and then she has started having these funny turns too -
where she pales and says she feels weird and shakes and wobbles.
I honestly don’t know what to make of them.
They come on quickly and go just as suddenly.
She woke bright and sunny this morning though
which gives me space to breathe
and roll each thing through my mind,
hoping that something will stick and somehow make sense.
At the moment, I cannot make head nor tail of what is going on in that little body of hers.
Part of me doesn’t want to know
and the other part is hoping the problem will either show itself
or just relax (for goodness sake).
If only I could heed my own advice.
I thought I might put some photos up from this last week because much has happened
a concert or two:
(stealth photos only because of photography rules in the hall – probably one of the naughtier things I’ve done in my life)
That’s Ivy in the front, in the red top (the small one).
Noah, you can’t see, probably because he was too busy trying to chew the balloons off his wrists during the performance but for prosperity’s sake, he was in the row closest to the table.
some happy afternoons:
The teenage boy turned another year older yesterday (“don’t make a big deal of it, okay. No soppy blog posts”)
Now I have three fifteen year old beings in my circle.
He asked for one thing only, which he received
and I think he was happy.
I mean really happy.
I may have lost him and our television to the PlayStation monster
but it’s kind of worth it just to see him smile.
I suppose, this is kind of a strange hybrid post.
A hello, I’m still here post
an update on Ivy post
and a birthday post.
A bit of this and that
and it’s all over the place, I know.
A bit like me at the moment, I think.
Life marches on without you when you are in the hospital
and I feel as though I am constantly playing catch up when we come home.
Post hospital coping is not one of my stronger traits.
Bare with me, okay?
You deserve glitter and sunshine
on your birthday.
It’s what you brought to my life
the day you were handed to me -
Glitter and sunshine
is a gift.
It’s what you are to me
with your freckles
and half smile
and your free spirit.
I love that you remind me of
and my Mum
You are my gift.
but especially today -
you are thirteen.
I wish you glitter and sunshine, my girl.
Happy Birthday to you.
That’s as good a word as any to describe the last few days.
Life has a way of creeping up on you when you least expect it,
or in my case;
when you know it’s out there but you’ve tried to forget about it for a while.
There have been some new editions to the family:
another terrible impulse buy
which turned out to be not so terrible after all.
The early birthday bunny surprise brought much happiness into the hutch,
I mean, house.
I’ve learnt a few things,
I am easily persuaded by cute
I am a super bunny hutch builder extraordinaire
bunny surprises are almost as exciting for the giver as for the receiver(s).
Also, you can dissuade your (almost) five year old daughter from calling every single thing she owns Allie
and your (almost) five year old son from calling his newly acquired bunny “Xfactor”.
In case you were wondering,
they settled on Cinnamon and Angus.
The furry pair have kept the human pair busy and occupied,
which is a good thing because the countdown to the little girl’s first ballet concert was becoming exhausting
for all of us
but finally the big day arrived.
I’m not sure how to describe it
Wonderful for Ivy
who finds so much in dance that lacks in her every day (inserting photo montage here because a picture paints a thousand words and all that).
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and that was just Sunday morning.
After the concert we moved over to the park
and had a birthday picnic with Gran and Grandma and Pop
if you are going to have a birthday you may as well stretch it out for as long as you can.
You only turn five once, you know.
At the end of the lovely day everyone was exhausted.
Today we finally caught up with good friends and in the afternoon
and on the eve of their fifth birthday
Noah was presented with his first real camera (a wish he has harboured for most of the year)
and after making sure it would all be okay with the various doctors
Ivy had her first major rite of passage as a girl living in this house;
and tomorrow it’s Tuesday.
The year has come full circle and the pair will be five.
I can hardly believe it.