Lots of Jelly-Beans

It's not easy being sentimental.  Always trying to hold onto time, to stop the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months and years from flying by.  At least ten times a day, (and probably more), I watch a precious moment happen in front of my eyes, and my heart constricts as I realise it's one more moment that has come and gone, one more piece of time that I can't hold onto.  I seriously could do with a quick hard smack around the chops sometimes to bring myself out of my constant time passing revelations..but then I remember that I'm not alone.  There are sweet Mamas all around me tearing up even as I type this.  

They know exactly how I feel. They wonder if they are the only ones feeling like an emotional wreck as another childs baby tooth falls out.  As another knee is grazed and kissed.  As they let go of little hands on the first day of Kindy.  As they walk back to their homes, with big wet tears rolling down their cheeks because somebody else gets to watch their baby today.   I am not alone, I'm normal...soppy but normal, and that is just fine with me.

And as you can see...my baby hasn't put away her baby things just yet.  She's still a titchy tiny little scrap and she is clinging onto her babyhood, just like her sentimental Mama...

Can you imagine how big this thing was when she was a newborn? 

Normally, she's quite happy to leave it in her cot...but I honestly couldn't prize it away from her all day.  I think it might have something to do with Daddy leaving last night...

Nothing but nothing, was parting her from this big piece of moulded rubber...

Not for anyone...

The others didn't care.  They loved her and kissed her and it was just another lovely warm day in Oz for them..

I did manage to finally sneak it away, her baby sucky, that she still clings onto whenever I let her...but she wanted to know...'weer is it Mama?'

Hehe!!! No, I don't think I'm gonna fess up, little one!

And she soon forgot her childish thing, her piece of security, as we played in the grass.  Another perfect moment in time for me with my babies surrounding me and my happy revelation that I really am a 'glass half full' kind of a girl, even when I'm being soppy and crying over moments gone.  

And actually a glass half full of water just didn't cut it today - far better to be a jar half full of jelly-beans, and then share the other half with your little memory makers..

P.S.  We might possibly have eaten slightly more then half a jar! 

She's This Many.....

How can it be?  Five years have passed since we first met our little American girl.  It seems as though it was just a few weeks ago, that she was placed in my arms all swaddled up like a burrito and desperately trying to focus on me through the anti-bacterial gel that they put on babies eyes in the US.
The most unusual birth I've ever had.  The first and only epidural, and with about 10 midwives and doctors in the room at the same time - quite full on and slightly comical when I look back.   Not quite as funny though when they left me in the room alone with my newborn on the bottom of the bed, which then collapsed because it hadn't been put back together properly.  Still unable to move my legs, I just about managed to catch the edge of the blanket she was wrapped in and grab hold of my little bundle before we both went crashing to the floor....  Did I mention that it was a training hospital? ;)

But, we both lived to tell the tale...and it hasn't fazed her one bit..

Poppy, Gabs and bear-bear, still inseparable...just as they were all those years ago.  Most mornings I still find Poppy curled up in the same bed as her sister, they seem to sleep better when in each others arms, it's the sweetest thing.

This year, something a little different and quirky was called for.  We've had so many cupcakes lately and Poppy is one very original little girl...so we ditched the cutesy cakes, and went for a bizarre doughnut pyramid, complete with coloured Mermaids..  It made me chuckle as I was balancing them all, but it kinda worked I think!

Her time at Kindy is coming to an end, just a few more weeks together with her and her friends, until it's the end of another era.  Some of them will be going onto Prep together, but the rest, onto different schools...which made her party all the more important.  One of the last times outside of Kindy that we'd see them all together.  15 little princes and princess arrived...and opened presents...

and created...

They ran around like little royal loonies..

threw some moves on the dance floor...

and blew out sparkling candles on a crazy doughnut cake...

Another wonderful year has flown by watching this sweet little curly princess grow.  This special girl who probably tells me that she loves her Mama about 50 times a day.  Wishing for many more years like this, because I feel exactly the same about her.

My Little Light

Just dreamy the garden was this afternoon.  The shards of soft light appearing through the tree's - laying a dappled effect on my girls face.  Obviously not the best light for photography but the golden warmth enticed us and drew us into it's midst and we sought out the shade where we could.

 There is nothing hard about this child (and my heart skips a beat when I use the word child, because I know that I won't be saying it for much longer), approaching 16, she's just as she looks......sweet and ethereal.

And extremely capable.  I would trust this little one with my heart in her hands - her very caring, loving, small but strong little hands.

Oh she can be determined and unmovable.  When she thinks she's right, she's not easily swayed.  A stubborn little mule, who can hold a grudge like nobody else I know - so very loyal to all she loves.  I'd certainly rather have her in my corner, where she'd fight until she couldn't breath anymore.  I've just realised, she's more like her Mama then she knows...:)

But, oh please let there be so many more golden warm happy days like these, where the weather makes me feel I am capable of anything and everything.  Where beauty and nature surrounds me. Where I can see that the brightest lights in the garden, are the ones standing right in front of me.

To a Young Lady Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng: With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and blest where'er she goes; Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass, And Heaven reflected in her face. William Cowper

Almost 19 Months

Nothing screams summer in Oz like a brand new hat.  With temperatures rising and those golden rays hitting my babys new pale skin, I have to do what I can to keep her healthy.  Try as I might, for as long as I've known her,  I could not get anything resting on those blond curls for longer then a few seconds...so on to plan B.  A hat with a very secure fastening under the chin.

OK, it doesn't completely stop her from whipping it off and Frisbee-ing it across the garden, but it does make her think twice about it, and sometimes she doesn't attempt bonnet discus at all.

Oh, the trials and tribulations of living in sub-tropical climates...sigh!  If my lovely Husband wasn't constantly going away, I wasn't looking after a netball team of children on my own, (now that Auntie Ginny has gone back home to Kansas), and I wasn't thousands of miles away from my family, I'd almost have nothing to complain about....

Well I had to make you all feel better somehow! :)

Also..I don't know if you can get the general vibe from this one...but she's kinda naughty, in a very nice, decadent and wicked sort of way...

And yes, I might have 'had' to get a new frock to go with it...but I what else could I do when it was just staring at me from the rack...  Lucy wouldn't let me leave without it anyway.  She would have totally punished me and made me get up in the night with her, 3 times instead of the usual 2 - no way was I chancing that!

Yep, extremely naughty!

Learning Curve

Just a couple of pictures that I took of Poppy today, they're not particularly special, (well they are to me obviously).  But I'm a 'little' bit proud of them, even though they aren't the worlds best pictures. You see, they are my very first attempt at shooting RAW on a manual setting.  I loved doing it, and I know that I'll look back and think them very rough, but I wanted them in here to compare for reference, just in case I get good one day!

And a few more of my crazy curly girl...bouncing away like a Tigger.  These next ones are not RAW but they are all manual.

Still a long way to go, and so much to learn, but I'm having the best fun discovering new things every day.