Birthday Week

A little help to blow out my candles.


Next day - her 3rd birthday. Followed by an interesting request...


A trip to my hairdresser for a wash, cut and blowdry! I think she enjoyed the scalp massage - her mother's daughter.


Not a hint of the diva about it. Just a little excitement.


I think it was more about getting a hairwash in a sink that pretty much guarantees no water on the face. Somewhere along the line I must've got some water in her eyes and my attempts at hairwashing in the bath are met with flat out refusal. We'll have to sort it out because I don't think our budget will stretch to regular salon appointments for the 3 year old!

Anyway, happy birthday to my darling first girl. The girl who asked for her first haircut at 3. The girl who has chosen to wear her bathers to bed the past 2 nights in a row. The girl who changed into this outfit when her feet got dirty in the garden.

The girl who has completely altered my life by simply enriching it with her presence.

Photo Magic

My girls and I and a bit of photofunia. It cracks me up that I can find time to play with this but I can barely return a phonecall. Eh.

Equilibrium Restored

I have brain freeze/writers block/whatever so no wordy tales to tell tonight, but here's some photographic evidence that I've had no computer access for a wee while.


Enjoying an ice cream up at the lighthouse.



Walking the labyrinth at Crystal Castle


Having a dance in front of our guesthouse.

A lovely holiday speckled with moments of wondering what the hell I was doing taking a 3 month old baby and an almost 3 year old on a trip to Byron Bay. Although that big girl certainly made it easier. I could take her anywhere.

Maintenance

So I really should be cleaning up the kitchen or packing for our holiday or going to bed or something but I just thought I'd quickly share with you a glimpse of my new appearance. After a long, cold Melbourne Winter, my eyebrows were beginning to resemble those of the grouchy monster below. (My mood has often been said to share a likeness with his also).




In the quest for deforestation, I braved the beauty salon to get a tidy up wax on my eyebrows and tint to give them a little va-voom.



This is what I now look like.




Although the mo' has gone.

And sew, a new hobby.

I have a new toy and and am yet to learn how to drive it. I missed my chance as a kid to learn how and recently when I asked mum why she taught my sister how but not me, she replied "because she was interested". Oh. So now I'm interested but I think I'll be learning how on my own. Although I have enlisted the trusty best friend for a 'sewing day'. Don't know how much sewing will get done though with three kidlets between us.

My sewing ambitions are humble. But I'd love to be able to whip up a little frock or a pair of summer pants for my girls, do a minor alteration and perhaps tackle the occasional softie. That's all. Watch this space...