My Little Angel

She does a cute snow fairy dance when she's delighted on the changing table (usually this means she's getting her kit off) but mama's little own angel is simply too cute for words in this petit bateau... just let me have a moment of bragging rights on my own "tiny person" :)

Resplendent!

Hear Us Roar!!

In what we looked forward to despite the night's colossal downpour at The Arms, it became a washout for the Les Bleus. However the fun of winning was sort of flattened out by a really bad bag of lousy locals that decided to not cheer for anything non-Wallabies (boo-ing is such poor form!) and the lack of respect for the All Blacks from the French front with a second-tiered team.

Just so they can have an easier path to the finals? Come on, play like real men!

Grisham and I doing our own version of the Haka... 

You know what they say about starring next to kids and animals! They are natural stars! 

Ok Ravi, I promise that I didn't feed your son that pint! 

These got to be some of the cutest kids around the 'hood!

Did I Say...?

... that I love you more than anything in the world?

You're such a cute baby octopus that I struggle to get clothed up (you love taking your clothes off) but even though you pack in a good set of lungs to tell me how much you disapprove of my trying to put on your some nice stuff to shield you from the cold and sun, I love you still more than anything in the world?

And for the odd moment in the future when you get angry at me because I won't let you have a boyfriend at age 12 and when I disagree with your wanting to wear that short mini, or when we have that real first fight over your choice of career / men / life, you will remember that I am only human and that I love you more than anything in the world?

You are all that I ever want and more. You are my angel.

6.91KG (once in your lifetime, and never to look back)

Five months have thundered their heavy hooves along the fields of discovery. I looked back and found on top of being blessed with the safe delivery of our child, we finally got to experience the ride of parenthood, which sees you stop figuring things out and kindly push you to be more aggressive in pursuing instead. You realise that it's not really about finding out one answer and pretty much fold up shop. I got to become a lot more comfortable with an attitude of discovering along the way that "answers" can evolve from one form to another depending on the situation.

Otherwise, some mothers really never leave the house and get everything online!

Not that something is wrong with online purchase but one can perceived the necessity of getting dangerously sucked into housebound existence. I found that my awareness has never been this heightened and my inner radar to make a more conscious effort to get out into the sunny air becomes an act of genuine pursuit for self happiness. In short, basic nurturing of the soul translates to my being able to be there for my daughter and husband, the core of my life.

Funny how you grow a little each day. Some days you embrace your feminine strength, some days you reach out to your fellow women for assurance and communal belief. Some days you shy away from what contrasts with your instincts, others you dive in to explore.

I'm finding that I've never been more challenged in keeping sight of my goals although pacing them in a manner to appreciate its simple moments is still at times, a struggle. After all I have been guilty of trying to get it all done.

Silly me, only to be reminded that you can never get it all done.

I also realise that I am never truly alone now. And no matter what happens, that little cherub face that has grown into a blossoming happiness of mine, will always have those swirling pools of chocolate affection staring through her amazingly long eyelashes affirming that even one day, when that day comes some day, I may utter "Young lady, I am going to get crossed with you...", you know that this little human you've made will stick her tongue out and probably get into trouble when her papa comes home - will always look back at you for that special kind of love that only you can provide for her. It's a full time act of awareness, consciousness and full responsibility of choices to be made. But she'll always look back knowing that you have and always will be there.

Always.

What A Whopper!

It's been such a couple of weeks. Good busy but totally flat out would probably be a better catch phrase for the mischief that Myla and we got up to. The sunny side of Spring is beginning to peek out behind the fluffy cotton flossy clouds and we knocked a few ginger beer and fish 'n' chips lunch by Balmoral.

Our little chipmunk loves... no, adores hopelessly the beauty of trees. You got to be real cute to distract her from this intense focus on what are appearing to be her latest favourite things:

1. Trees, the bigger the better. Bring out the big front;
2. Tommy & Chewy wrestling;
3. Blossom Bunny, her personal plush toy hanging beside her change table; and
4. Mama & papa especially first thing in the morning!

It's a happy chaos with the dogs running amok and my nearly got rained on by possum pee but Myla keeps things interestingly fresh. It is really never a single dull day. And she's good to her mama, with plenty of time to rest up and she fits in when we need to get somewhere. We've caught up with plenty mums & bubs group catch up in the park, a baby rhyming session in our local library plus a lunch at the delicious Toshiya Japanese restaurant. We had fun doing up her nursery and adding more stuff to keep the poor kid interested during her tummy time (still lots of complains from the little one but a parent has got to do what a parent has got to do dear!).

She's learning to catch the Rugby WC 2011 with her papa and we were a bit worried that she was making funny smiley faces when the 'Boks were scoring. And she's got a few more yellow shirts to confirm our suspicion that she makes that colour that tad cuter by the day. And what more to brag about you ask? Well... not our fault but the grandparents miss her heaps!

Of course there is the new ever-changing cries and she does have a few versions of them in her bag. The latest being this high pitch scr-wail (somewhere in between a cute scream and a "manja" wail) when she protests getting her kit on (yes, her papa is quite worried that this little girl is developing a liking to taking her clothes off... permanently) but all is forgotten when she does her snow fairy dance in the bath tub or the play mat.

Plenty of smiles and coos. This girl is definitely learning to communicate plenty with her parents and other friendly passer-bys. Sure didn't hurt when she smiled at the laundry guy to fish out our dry-cleaning quickly. At times, we got so many of those heart-melting moments and the always there delightful light in her eyes when she recognises you walking into the room... we ask ourselves one remaining question:

IS IT WRONG TO LAUGH AT HER WHEN YOUR CHILD FRETS?

Take a look at this... breaks your heart but sure gets you falling off your seat laughing at just how cute she can be, even when she goes all FERAL on us!

Happiness

Words aren't necessary sometimes, and at times, discrepant for moments like this...