My girl is tucked up in bed with a fever after having spent her birthday driving back in the car from NSW feeling lousy. Not much of a birthday. She came home to find a new (second hand!) desk and lots of lovely stationery to fill its drawers but she was too tired and sick to enjoy it.
I can hardly believe she turned seven today. I am so lucky to know her and her kind heart.
Happy Birthday Miss Amelia. xox
Today Lily turns three.
Already! Blink and you’ll miss it, as they say.
She’s the kid with the wild, unkempt hair, the mismatched socks, the too short pants, the three week old temporary tattoo, the temper tantrums that makes her pass out (seriously), the blues harp, the collection of gravel, the love of monsters, the endless poo jokes.
But she’s also the kid with the sweetest smile, the gentlest kisses, the most infectious laughter, the well loved dolls, an eagerness to help make dinner, who already tells long, involved stories about adventures which are yet to happen, the one who calls me Muvva and Phil Farva as a kind of joke, the one who sleeps all night, and then who snuggles in beside me every morning for a sleepy cuddle, the one who likes to jump and hop and dance, the kid who plays peacefully for hours on end and listens patiently and devotedly when her sister reads her stories.
I used to call her my love blob when she was a baby because she was so easy to love. She still is – but now with added extra bits.
Happy birthday Lil!
Croup-curing medication + chocolate + rose macarons + new ukulele + thai food + small children + good friends + book vouchers + 2 full nights of sleep = best birthday / easter weekend ever.
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I have croup! Who’d have thunk it!?
Well, it’s called Laryngotracheobronchitis which is a lot harder to say than croup. And also much less of a crowd pleaser. “CROUP? What are you? Three years old?”
No.
But tomorrow I am 36 (which is a lovely number divisible very nicely by three) and it will be a full moon, and Good Friday AND the wonderful Autumn Equinox (or maybe that’s today). So there’s lots to celebrate in the McCluskey Robertson household, croup or no croup. Happy Equinox / Easter / Mabon / Harvest Moon (Storm Moon for those in the North) gentle readers!
* Beautiful image by Tove Jansson. Found at Mikes (happy birthday almost twinny).
