Spring Has Sprung.

And here it is. The backyard beauty.
This must be one of the most beautiful colours in the world.

Of course photos don't do justice to it's beauty.
Take a close look and you can see the three crow's nexts in the photo above.

For Nana.

The two of them.

I cannot describe just how right it feels to see that second little body,
sitting right there next to the elder little body.
It was just meant to be.



It astounds me often, just how right it is. It truly was worth the sacrifices. Not that I've ever thought otherwise, but sometimes I do question my motives for continuing with all the dramas at such a cost to my health. But seeing those two girls sitting there together, feeling so right, just reminds me that I didnt just do it for me.

Sunday Morning

Sunday morning.
Wake up time 5am.
Breakfast 6am.
Music 7am.
Song of the day: Unguarded Moment by The Church.
Music-loving children dancing madly to loud music.
Apologies to neighbours.

(Love their taste in music, even though we're on the 10th replay).

Had a little time recently to do this:

Using another Rachel Richter photo from last year. They are such a pleasure to work with. It was taken about a week after Esta was born I just dont have any recent photos to use right now. I find it so time consuming downloading the photos from the camera and sorting them and croping them to print them.

The Cutest Thing.

One of the cutest things in all the world would have to be a Preppie Sports Carnival. Right up there alongside kittens and rainbows and Kleenex tissue ads. If you are yet to have children reach this age, I highly recommend taking time off work to be there. It's a huge thrill for the kids and you'll feel all warm and fuzzy from the experience for days after.
I was desperate to attend this day, as I'd missed most other events and mummy-helper times at the school all year due to having Esta to care for. Or rather I should say, India was desperate to have me attend, but I was hugely keen too. So Esta ended up in the company of Bubble Carlee (aka Nanny Carlee, some say young cousin to Mary Poppins) while I attended Preppie Sports day with camera in hand and strict instructions from Daddy to video the sprint races.

This is the Preppie Sport Star with the heart of a lion.


Here is the sprint race...India's first ever.
The beginning....and the end with participant sticker (no places are awarded in this age group).
I tried to get it on video but unfortunately the camera failed. She didn't come first, which was her whole aim for the day, as the event was loud and chaotic and half of them didn't even realise the race had started...lol. But she was disappointed for oh...a whole 5 seconds. She was enjoying herself too much to bother about such things.

After the sprints were done, preppies moved onto station 2 - long jump. Mrs K, very popular preppie teacher minus her stilletos, demonstrated the moves with great finesse. Then the preppies lined up to do their thing.
Here is our little Lionheart putting in a gutsy effort.


You may have forgotten, or not yet experienced the sporting finesse of a 5 year old. But let me tell you they are all long lithe arms and legs and bruises with as much control of their limbs as a spider with epilepsy. Grace left the building with Elvis, hopefully to return sometime in the near future. So in preppie land a long jump = a long run into the sand where hopefully you don't have to eat it as well. A sprint = a ziggy zaggy run looking from side to side and behind but never in front. And the shotput, well see below...preppie shot put equipment... animal beanie bags. See what I mean about cute?


And what is this next photo you ask?
None other than preppie hurdles! More cuteness?


And here she is again. Star of our eye, the lionheart India, sport star extraordinaire...high jumping.

And there you have it. A small collection of photos from the day. Not shown is the high spirits, the good sportmanship, the giggles, the triumphs, the chaos, the confusion, the gazelle-like leaps from Mrs K demonstrating the hurdles, the booming cheeky pep calls from sports teacher Mr V *insert collective preppie sigh at mere mention of name* as he chased them down the tracks, the falls, the jumps and leaps, the screams and cheers.