Posts Tagged ‘teenagers’
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.
It took me three days to write the last post.
Well, write it and get all the photos into some kind of order.
By the end of it I loved it and everything about it.
I loved every single comment.
I loved that it was shared around the internet
and that over three thousand people
have seen the amazing work of The Starlight Foundation
and the generosity of The Australian Ballet
but where do you go after a post like that?
My mind has been blank.
Everything that has happened since seems insignificant
or ungrateful, somehow.
Like the fact that Ivy has a new and mysterious lump on her knee
not unlike the two that were in her chest
or that it’s too cold to function
and it’s December, for goodness sake.
I just can’t quite find anything eloquent to say, right now.
Instead I am going to give you this:
It’s a nerd burger.
Life, no matter how small it seems,
is never dull in our house.
Joining in with Trish’s Aussie Wordless Wednesday
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?
I’ve got that Taylor Swift song buzzing around my head today.
when did you sneak up on me?
My big twins are fifteen.
It feels kind of strange.
It’s another ending,
They don’t seem like children any more
but they still have so much growing to do.
I hope they take their time.
Happy birthday to you, my girls.
May you always stay close.
May you always celebrate.
May your world always be as vibrant and as colourful as you are
and may you always find time for paint wars,
no matter how old you get.