Mamma Mia :: a secret weapon

Who would have known that Mamma Mia would become my favourite movie.  It was accidental really, dropped by a friend amongst a pile of others designed to give my mind a break from  a difficult situation.

I admit I wasn't really that keen and had overlooked it many times at Blockbuster.  Let's face it, on the rare occasion that I felt prepared to compromise my sleep for a movie, it had to be worth it. 

I think now Miss Belle is finally a year old, I can safely know that she will sleep all night, and I can stay up past 8:30pm at night and be sure of a decent sleep.  It must be time to catch up on all the box office hits of the last three years in the comfort of my tracksuit and couch.

Anyhow, guess who is mesmerised by Mamma Mia...........Felix.  My neighbour recently told me that I needed to get him into TV!  Ha, I said......if only he was interested, I am all for electronic minding devices but the range of children's television has captured his audience for approximately five minutes most times.  This is my answer.  He absolutely loves it, sings the songs all day long, and as a bonus, Miss Belle loves to dance to the music.

What a funny pair.  Naturally we now own a copy.  It is just amusing when he cruises around the house singing "Honey, honey or Mummy Mia."

one :: happy birthday miss belle

the caravan of hope :: spring tour

It has been named many things, however I prefer to think of this past weekend as the caravan of hope - spring tour.

My two sisters have been in town since wednesday and boy have we been busy.  Flashing the plastic, filling our gobs, and laughing until our sides split.

Girls night in with lots of treats.

The most exciting thing, opening the new kitchen mixer.

Isn't she lovely!

And picking up great finds at the markets.  A recycled tram roll.....love it!

I am so glad my family are cool.  They are the kind I would choose for friends as well as sisters,  I love that we can be real and honest with each other.  We don't avoid the hard stuff in our lives or relationships but walk through it together because we know how great it is on the other side.  Almost time to head to the airport....farewell dear ladies.....until next time...xxoo

The captain :: good job son

He has been nominated by his peers Captain of the state team he travels away with for the national futsal competition in Brisbane this month.  He was thrilled and I was so proud.

I am probably going to be in trouble about this post but am prepared to take the risk anyhow for what is an unashamed parental brag.

Here is my super cool first born ready to hit the town with his mates to watch something at the cinema.

We went shopping the week before to buy skinny leg black jeans at his request.

Firstly, I am not sure what the strange unexpected feeling I has was at the store.

Was it pride that he is the kind of kid to make his own choices?

Was is envy, that I can no longer wear skinny legs?.......well not at least until I return to my regular pre-baby shape.  In fact I truly can no longer blame the babies as Miss Belle is turning one next week, but that's another post.

Was it the OMG moment of, he is not really mine anymore but an almost teenager?

He still needed my help to get his hair.....just right so that was comforting.

He did tell me in a rather grown up voice "Mum.......I really do love you" as he skipped off down the street to meet his friend.

It was really exhilarating to watch through the window as he grinned from ear to ear at his freedom.  I remember that feeling well.  Growing up is full of highs like this and an uncrushable spirit of independence born by new experiences and optimism that the world in able to be conquered.  At least that's what I remember.

I love who he is.  He is not afraid to try something new, he knows what he thinks and is not afraid to say it.  He is tender and compassionate and an excellent brother to his baby siblings.  He is a gift to me.