This week has gone so fast - faster than usual, and usually it's pretty fast! I can't believe that April is practically here!! Time just moves along so quick the older I get. Imagine when we are 80, will one month seem like only one week? I am constantly reminded how fast time moves by my eldest daughter who keeps referring to my life growing up as 'the olden days'. She wanted to download Miley Cyrus' latest song onto her ipod, and as always has to ask permission so we can check it out first. She tells us it's called 'Girls just want to have fun'. My husband proceeds to explain that someone else, other than Miley(!), actually wrote that song when WE were growing up. He jumps onto 'You Tube' and finds the original video clip by good old Cyndi L. and we all proceed to watch it. Eldest daughter is mortified. "Oh Dad!! This is SO bad. How embarrassing - it is SO from the olden days!". You know your getting old when...
Anyway I just finished this layout literally 3 minutes ago, about daughter #1, so that I would have something to post today! It was a bit rushed, and I don't know how I feel about it. I like the photos and I like the story, but the layout? ....mmm..... the story is about how she started saxophone lessons a few weeks ago and is loving it SO much more that we ever dreamed! She plays constantly, and I have to send her outside because of the noise, where her neighbour joins her for a street jam! As I run around apologising to all the other neighbours for breaking local council's noise pollution laws ... I never knew the sax was so loud!
The other layout that I did earlier in the week was about daughter #2. You know when you take a photo, and on seeing it printed are struck by how non-little they look. This was the first photo I have taken of daughter #2 like that. I loved it, she looks so grown up and maybe serene! She has her mouth closed because she is hiding an enormous GAP where she has lost 3 teeth - in a row - over the past week or so. Poor thing can hardly eat (though it certainly doesn't stop her) and a fourth tooth is wobbly, so the gap could soon become astronomical. If she smiled with an open mouth in this pic, she would go back to looking like a little kid again.
Even though she looks calm and sweet, this girl is not known for her calmness! She is out exploring, getting dirty, collecting plants and bugs and climbing high in trees, everyday.
She is incredibly active and always has been - was walking at 8 months :( - not fun.
She is always pretty messy, especially her hair and constantly has dirt on her face. I think she was supposed to be a boy.
Speaking of daughter #2, I officially became a 'soccer mum' this week.
It is a label I dreaded for ages, just never liked the idea of it, and weekend sport always kind of terrified me, but now that I actually am one, it's okay! In fact, it was SO SO fun watching her first game ever, and I can't WAIT til tomorrow morning to see second game. Poor kid has asked for two years to be able to play, but we were hesitant to give up our only morning together - remember hubby works at a church so Sunday mornings are far from slow! Anyway, we finally gave in to her, and are very happy that we did.
Hubby is coaching the all girls under 7's team, and he is taking is so seriously, it's hilarious and he's loving it. Bought a clipboard that is filled with internet researched drills (we now compete for internet time), he bought a coach's whistle, and had two little trophy's made up to hand out at the end of each game. He got two made up because the trophy is supposed to go home with a kid for a week and be brought back the next game - hence it's fairly obvious why a second might come in handy. Amelia scored the first goal of the season, and they beat an all boys team 9-2. Daddy (and coach) was very proud! Now if only those uniforms were bazzill 'whirlpool'....
Everyone in my family, immediate and extended is extremely sporty - a few were professional sport people. That would be everyone in my family, except me. There is totally a page coming together in my mind about that. Picture, if you will, my first pair of joggers that I have ever purchased myself (ie I guess my mother must have bought the ones I wore as a child!). I purchased my first pair a few years ago, and they are in very pristine condition, to this day. Once, I ran, back when I was about 22, for about 10 metres, to first base in a church baseball game. Everyone laughed so much, that I demanded a 'runner' for the rest of the season. And I haven't run since. Ever. I worry that if my children need me to run to winch them to safety I will have some serious problems. Now please don't get me wrong. I am not a lazy person who sits around doing nothing, I walk. I could walk all day. In fact, my main exercise is shopping. Walking, carrying shopping bags as weights must surely burn lots of calories - not to mention the 'twists' when turning around to make sure young children are following. When I head to the local Westfield, I consider myself going to exercise - that's what I tell hubby anyway. Sporty I am not. There's the title of my page. Mmm, now what photo...