No regrets

Absolutely none when it comes to these new puppies ......  all the way from England ...... mamma claus brought them back on her return.  So delicious - the stitching, the height, the wedge, the inside detail.
Breathe Sarah ....

Always so glad of these two munchkins.  Kai I write this for you as nine years ago you popped (well that is prob a slight under-exaggeration) into my world and you've filled it ever since.  Look at your gorgeous big eyes, lucious long eye lashes and legs to match!  But there's more to you than your beautiful outward appearance.

There's the real true you, the girl who writes lists of activities or chores she needs to do,

the older sister who tries to listen attentively to the younger one without interrupting,

the babe with the careful attention to detail in putting outfits together,

the tree climbing, soccer ball playing, bar hanging child who sings like it's second nature and plays the keys like she's her mummas girl.

The girl with a pile of books by her bed, an art activity on the go, a game outside always involving a tree  and moments of sweet whispers and kisses just for her ma.

I appreciate how you welcome others to our home like they are our new best friends, how you love-on younger children who are in your reach, and I particularly love how you have add-on ideas that often change our current view or plan of action.  You are a blessing.

You are fun.  You are a rascal sometimes.

You are clever and smart, beautiful inside and out, you make fart jokes whenever you can and you can argue with the best of them.

I am so thankful to God for you Kaiya Grace.  I am a very proud mumma.

I am also so grateful that you and Liv got given these great reads on Grandma's return.  

Look at them Amy - many suggested by you!  

Thanks for the pressies for us in the form of letters on pages, overseas book buying people!  The library is open.

No regrets Kaiya Grace, none ever.  

Birthday Bliss?!

My oldest babes birthday party yesterday.
Worked all day prepping for it, as you do.
Balloons and tinsel went up, table settings to make things look pwerty, fun wee gifts for girls to win, flower (chupa chup cup cakes), sprinkle sandwiches, little sausages in little buns, make your own kebabs and bucket loads of games (and money!).
Ah such delight in planning.  Such joy for my babe.

Nothing could prepare me for the two hours of 9 year old character traits and out-of-controlness.

End of the day:  exhausted, annoyed, disappointed mother, thinking wee guests were rude and quite painful.  Sounds awful doesn't it?!  Party girl reflecting, thinking it wasn't the party she had expected.  Felt that no one had really cared for the party girl. That other friends had taken over and bossed everyone round. At one point the party girl went and hid in a tree. Phew, the mother thought she didn't notice how bad it was!  Party girl went to bed dwelling on how dumb party was.  Mother came in to remind her of good things that were and to plan for better time next time.  Maybe not so many girls, maybe not some of the original list of girls, maybe no party (he he).


Not truly sure what went wrong.  But don't want another one of those.  My control-freak nature couldn't handle the fact that no-one was listening to my clear instructions for the games, kids were running riot and all i could think of was - flippin heck when will this be over?!  I will laugh about it soon i'm sure.
The redeeming thing, i had to quickly think of to tell my sweet gal (who was also a wee part of the rascally behaviour at the party - if you can't beat em, join em!), was that her real birthday is tomorrow and we can have a really special day.


I talked with my mum today, back from England after 5 weeks, and she reassured me that all was fine and that it would be different next time.  Ah mothers, they are so right and so needed as voices in the ears of party girls.

Love from the girl who really loves parties and is ready to plan her own now that the just about 9 year old has had hers.  xx