tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53622444277320002582024-02-20T19:37:59.431+13:00Three Princesses in Waiting(and an Angel Prince)Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-28525703407336151752017-10-04T02:23:00.002+13:002017-10-04T02:27:01.055+13:00Choosing Hope<div class="MsoNormal">
An open letter to all</div>
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As October marks International Pregnancy and Infant loss
month it is time for many families to reflect on the impact one little soul has
had on their lives even if it has been for such a short time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In 2010 we were awaiting the arrival of our third baby, our
first boy. On the day that we found out Riley was a boy; my husband had a
spring in his step as he planned our son’s future sporting career and when
would be a good time to retire from local club footy to take on a coaching role.
We were so excited and never ever did we expect that our only son would never
get to come home with us. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We were a busy young family with two girls aged 4 and 2, like
any family a new baby brings about much planning, hospital appointments on a weekly
basis as my pervious babies arrived a little early and running around being the
mum with all hats on at once. We had brought a new house to accommodate the new
member of our family, set up his room and washed all his clothes, we were
ready, I had done everything right then in an instant every dream, every plan
we had was gone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What went wrong? What happened?<o:p></o:p></div>
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On Tuesday 16<sup>th</sup> of February my morning was like
any other but I just felt something wasn’t right. I called my husband to tell
him but couldn’t get a hold of him, I rang my mum at work and told her I needed
her to come to the hospital to watch my girls, that something wasn’t right but I’m
sure it will all be fine. Call it mothers instinct or a prompting or a sign, we
both arrived from different locations at the same time, she took my girls and I
went to maternity for what I thought would be a quick check and be home again
in no time. <o:p></o:p></div>
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There is no heart beat…..<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was alone, our son had died and I was all alone. The pain
of these words shattering every ounce of me. I was left alone to call my
husband and tell him that I couldn’t do the one thing every woman thinks comes
naturally. I spent 45 minute alone, no nurse to comfort me, no one to give me a
hug and tell me that you are strong enough to get through this.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Riley was born at 31 weeks, his perfect
little hands and feet, his nose and chin just like his big sister. He was every
emotion you feel in your lifetime in a perfect little package. He is my son and
I am so proud to be his mum. I love him as much as my other children every
single day of my life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We were given a Bear and a bag full of pamphlets and sent on
our way. A nurse called around to the house a few days later to check on my
milk supply and that was it. We learnt very quickly that we were alone in our
grief that no one knew what to say or do. No one I had known had ever lost a
baby. I believed it was something that happened in the olden days. It was that Bear
that gave me Hope<o:p></o:p></div>
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For the past seven years I have been volunteering with Bears
of Hope is an Australian registered not-for-profit organisation managed solely
by a dedicated team of bereaved parents to raise funds and offer support to
families after pregnancy and infant loss. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Our professionalism and longevity has been built on
delivering passionate and active pregnancy & infant loss support, education
and awareness, and in strengthening relationships with allied health
professionals. Bears Of Hope exists to improve the facilitation of the healing
journey for families experiencing a loss. Bears of Hope are affiliated with
Hospitals, GP's, Obstetricians and IVF Clinics throughout Australia.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We are holding our ‘Choosing Hope’ walk - a walk of honour
and remembrance in support of bereaved families in South East Queensland, on
the 14th October 2017 at Broadwater Parklands. This is one of our major
fundraisers for the year and is launching Australia wide. We are hoping to reach
a target of $20,000 per location this year. We are in need of promotion of the
event and the service that we provide to families. I hope that you can see the
importance after reading my story. Over the years of supporting families I have
heard many different stories, each so precious, each different, each connected
as bereaved families.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Funds raised from the Choosing Hope walks will be used to
help support families in Australia that are sadly faced with stillbirth or
neonatal death each year, plus the many women and families that experience
miscarriage. The Australian Bureau of
Statistic reported 2,671 still births or neonatal deaths in 2009; this doesn’t
include miscarriage statistics as many families suffer this pain in silence. In
our lifetime we have seen amazing technical and medical advancements which have
enabled diseases to be cured and lives prolonged. The statistic for stillbirth
has remained unchanged for the past two decades which reaffirms each and every
day to our Bears of Hope Team the importance of our work.<o:p></o:p></div>
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With hope,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-30867155814614302942017-03-26T02:28:00.000+13:002017-03-26T02:28:46.813+13:00Cruisin'<div style="text-align: center;">
As we head into the last week of term for the Princesses we're all dreaming of having a break and the awesome time that we had when we went away over the Summer Holidays. We were very lucky enough to go on a cruise around the Pacific on P&O Eden. </div>
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Santo was the first stop and it was beautiful, so beautiful I actually spent the time enjoying it and not taking many photo's with my camera and left it up to Hubby and the GoPro. After we got off the ship we arranged a bus and driver for the day, hot tip the further along the street you go, you get a better price. Don't expect air conditioning, or luxury like we have in Australia either. That is just not island style, they will say yeah we have air con then you drive around with the windows open all day. FREE AIR CON. I had the same type of air con in my first car.</div>
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In Santo we started at the Blue Lagoon, unbelievable, amazing clear fresh water. The Blue Lagoon effect is caused by the limestone. You know it is good when you just to to enjoy and jump in. Next stop was a small bay next to Turtle Lodge where we had beach to ourselves. </div>
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Must stop location in Santo is Million Dollar Point, I have been told by family we were travelling with that it was stunning but after Princess 2 saw you could get your hair braided for $5 there was no tearing her away, I spent the time chatting with the lovely lady in blue in this picture about the Preschool that she runs. Her sister in red runs a bottle shop and as we arrived on New Years Day she had been very busy the night before with little sleep. I was super impressed with these ladies and how hard they worked and took the opportunities to do more and train their daughters to do the same to really capitalise on the cruise ship season for the island. I was more then happy to part with my $5 and not have to do Princess 2's hair for a few days.</div>
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At every port there are markets, they are all the same stuff and all amazingly handmade by the person selling them. They must all get together and work at the same place. </div>
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<b>When I think of Paradise, this is it. </b></div>
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We spent the day swimming, Princess 1 got her hair braided, we ate local donuts, which are very similar to Raro Cook Island donuts and wandered the markets. Oh and I can't forget the yummo Sweet Potato Chips. These people know how to use a deep fryer.</div>
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A friend had told me to go to Kmart and buy a mesh flotation thing, the sort that you blow up the sides of it and you float around all day in the water with your head resting on the pillow. Brilliant idea, it folds down into a flat circle bag that when you are not using can sit at the bottom of your bag.</div>
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-30569173712065258062015-01-27T20:15:00.000+13:002015-01-27T20:23:16.000+13:00Schools BackSchools Back, Schools Back its an awesome day today. I actually made it on time. That's a great start to the school year.<br />
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-34673228134734479882014-10-16T00:20:00.000+13:002014-10-29T22:18:03.878+13:00Running away - losing RileyToday is International Pregnancy and Infant Loss Support Day, last year I was challenged by friends to write about my pregnancy loss, my journey. I thought about some things which I had not written about before, I wrote a list of titles that I wanted to write about, to document for my girls what my days where like, to give justification to how life was like and how it is now. However writing does not come easy to me and writing about these days is emotional and can take me to the moment, the emptiness, simply at times I just can not write about how hard it really was.<br>
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But today as women and men around the globe light candles for their babies that have gone to soon, I feel compelled to write of the times when the struggle to move forward and create a picture of our future seemed so far out of reach. <br>
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On the 16th February 2010 I gave birth to my only son Riley. I could say this was the darkest day but in honesty it wasn't it, even the days between holding Riley and his funeral were not the darkest, we were surrounded by people, I still felt that he was with me, there was still evidence that I had been pregnant. My milk was coming in, I had the jelly belly, I could still feel his warmth as if I still held him on my neck. At least in those days it was real...<br>
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It was three weeks later, a very kind friend offered for us to use their holiday house to run away and spend some time together as a family. These were my darkest days, I could not find happiness, I couldn't look at my family, I couldn't understand how my husband could keep going when I was falling apart. <br>
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This is when I started writing....<br>
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<em><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Early March 2010</span></em><br>
<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today is our wedding anniversary 6 years today. Time has no relevance at the moment. I just feel so confused at the moment. I don't know if I feel sad or just empty. I want to talk to other people that feel this way. I think how can I be sad when I don't have much to miss. Would I be more sad if I lost one of the girls as I would have more memories to miss. I feel that I miss Riley so much as I have so few memories which I don't want to loss.</span></em><br>
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<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We are on holiday which should be relaxing but I keep thinking we wouldn't be here if Riley was still with us. I need to be positive and think yeah we wouldn't be on holidays if Riley was still with us and I wouldn't be able to create these memories with the girls.</span></em><br>
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<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So confused. I'm finding it hard to sleep at night. When I do get to sleep I wake often. Last night I had a nightmare that a bomb went off and I was only able to get to Poppy. I woke screaming before I could get to Monique. I feel helpless in protecting my family. I keep thinking I should have known that something was wrong with Riley. Was I not connected to him. Was I to busy to notice.</span></em><br>
<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm so tired but when it come time to sleep I don't want to lay there and let my mind drift away.</span></em><br>
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<em><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Mid April 2010</span></em><br>
<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today I just want to hold you in my arms. I want to be able to trace your nose, your lips, your face. I want to feel you skin and give you my love. Today</span></em><em style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> my heart is heavy, I don't know why today is any different from yesterday. I don't want to be sad. I want his to have never happened. At times my mind wonders and I find myself wanting to be alone, to be by myself, to just do nothing but stare into space. I want to have happy kids but how can I when I feel so sad.</span></em><div>
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<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I want to run, to run and feel the beating of my heart and the only thoughts of getting one foot in front of the other.</span></em><br>
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<em><span style="color: #073763; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">May 2010</span></em><br>
<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I went to the Bears of Hope Support Night tonight, it was so good to be with others that know what it feels like to have all these emotions. I want to have hope for the future. I want to make plans.</span></em><br>
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These are not all my entries into my journal over that period of time but these give an indication of my confusion and feeling of helplessness. Then slowly I become Ande again before I could be lost completely, I realised that inside of me was still me. Like every other experience in my life, good bad or indifferent, having Riley will always be a part of me and our family for eternity.</div>Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-34903891488599872722014-10-11T18:19:00.001+13:002014-10-11T18:21:32.075+13:00Survive & Thrive being 1 in 4As this image came across my newsfeed on face book a couple of weeks ago I could completely relate. October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss awareness month with the week of the 9th of October to 17th October being Remembrance week. <br />
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<em><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>I'm one in four that have experienced the loss of a child, I am one in four that has had a miscarriage actually 2. I am one in four that nearly lost hope of having another child.</strong></span></em></div>
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More then anything I'm one in four women that<span style="color: #073763;"> <strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>survive</em></span></strong></span> the loss of a child and<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #0c343d;"><em><strong>thrive</strong></em></span></span> to see the blessings each day. I am the women that you walk past in the street that has three beautiful girls, yeah there is an age gap between Miss P and Miss J and when you point it out to me, I will tell you of my beautiful son.<br />
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I posted this image on my facebook page and instagram to not promote what I have been through but to put it out there for other women to see they are not alone. If you have experienced miscarriage, infant loss or stillbirth then break the silence and let other women know they are never alone. <br />
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<br />Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-75773673186408025932014-09-10T14:57:00.001+12:002014-09-10T14:59:35.000+12:00Portraits of Three Princesses<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love this image of Poppy's she is just luminescent, such a wonderful reflection of her personality.</div>
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If only they loved each other like this all the time</div>
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Monique and all her sweetness</div>
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Our crazy Princess filled life....</div>
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<br />Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-53723640109683620842014-08-26T16:42:00.000+12:002014-08-26T16:42:10.679+12:00Bears of Hope Ball - What a Fantastic NightA couple of weekends ago I was very lucky to be able to attend the Bears of Hope Pregnancy and Infant Loss Support Ball. It is an awesome night and I'm so grateful that I can be part of such a wonderful charity that supports families. <br />
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I have written about Bears of Hope before, I have mentioned the Bear of Hope Ball and being involved in the Ball Committee. What I haven't written about before is the over whelming feelings you have attending the ball. During the night there is a candle lighting, it is a time to light your candle for your baby, to watch a beautiful slide show of all the babies names of the people that are in attendance. <br />
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This year I sat with Jen, my partner in Bears of Hope crime, we became friends 4 yrs ago, not long after I had Riley and just 12 months after Jen lost her first son Bailey. In the first year of our work with Bears of Hope we both very much needed a purpose. There may have even been some competition on who go the most amount of sponsors and donations. <br />
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Now four years on it was lovely to sit next to Jen during the candle lighting ceremony and watch the slideshow of names and see Bailey & Riley's names. To know that our two very special boys have played a part in our friendship and supporting the parents that need Bears of Hope as much as we needed it 4 years ago.<br />
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Jen wrote me a message on facebook:<br />
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<span class="userContent"><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">My beautiful friend Ande. (Pictured here with the equally wonderful Abby) It was the absolute best sharing Saturday night with you and celebrating the two little boys who brought us together.<br /><br /> In the last 8 months, between us we have sent a<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span></span></em><span class="text_exposed_show"><em><span style="color: #3d85c6;">t least 1800 emails, countless phone calls resulting in 120 businesses/individuals on board as sponsors for the ball and over 260 prizes that were used on the night. And that's just a small portion on what we have achieved.<br /><br /> I love that on the way home from the ball we were already discussing what to do next year. You are awesome.</span></em></span></span></div>
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<span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: black;">To you Jen, you are AWESOME because I know that what I do is so small compared to what You do and I want to say a massive congratulations to Jen and her hubby Nick to being awarded the Bears of Hope 2014 founders award..</span></span></div>
</span><br />Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-39752334031773492872014-08-20T18:51:00.002+12:002014-08-20T18:51:10.617+12:00Book Week<h4 style="text-align: center;">
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After a late night making Book Week costumes, because I take Book Week a little seriously. I had two children that loved what had been made for them. <br />
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Poppy got up at 5.30am and woke the rest of the house up telling us we had to get to school really early to get her face painted. Needless to say, although she was up early we were still not at school early.<br />
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This year Poppy was the Queen of Hearts from Alice in Wonderland & Monique was a Wonka Bar with Golden Ticket from Charlie & the Chocolate Factory.<br />
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I love that Poppy looks after Josephine and knows her role of being a big sister is so important. </div>
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This all paints such a happy picture you can forgive me if there is no images because you might just have caught the tantrums, the messy house and the unbrushed hair. </div>
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For a long time I have wanted to have beautiful family photo's taken to show the personalities of each of my children. Images that I can put on my wall to look at when the screaming starts and I can remember that we are all uniquely part of this family, no matter what.</div>
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I asked my friend and super fantastic photographer <a href="http://www.melissaprattphotography.com/" target="_blank">Melissa Pratt Photography</a> to take some photos. We sat down and discussed what I really wanted and where. Over the last 4 years each time I have begun the process to get family photos, it brings up a well of emotions as although these images are lovely, my heart knew that Riley would always be missing. Melissa was fantastic and very caringly worked with me to find a way that we could include Riley in some images. <br />
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The blue balloons - are my boy, my prince that I held so briefly. My Riley. On the day of Riley's funeral we released 31 blue balloon. Life after a loss means that the smallest of things like having a family photo can bring up memories, hopes and dreams lost and the realisation that our family has survived a loss of a loved one. <br />
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I have seen this at my wedding, my siblings weddings and the one family photo that was taken after the loss of my brother. Its like there should be an space, so they can just slot back into the family.<br />
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Now not all of our family photo's include the Blue Balloons because we all carry him in our hearts every single day. The balloons are there for the kids to see that we can include Riley. To show others we will always be watched over. </div>
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If you live on the Gold Coast or are coming for a holidays I highly recommend Melissa, and I have not been paid to say that. </div>
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<br />Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-25863641439469947692014-08-06T00:22:00.001+12:002014-08-06T00:22:39.781+12:00Grateful day 2Like my blog posts I'm not able to keep up with things that have to be done on a daily basis. <div><br></div><div>Here's my day 2 which is actually day 3. If figure if I spread them out I can be more grateful for longer. </div><div>1. I'm grateful for friends that come to my rescue when my car breaks down, laugh with me and at me, call me when times are tough for advice and give advice right back, make my day a little brighter each day. Being in another state to some of my closest friends It's so good to know that all I have to do is pick up the phone. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMzrtGXjrP6cRMoh5h10BRNcOIl2HGT-pen0TJFBrN3jc1kdy8KNc05h5lBHhZt96odlt8o7fMbUiO1dt7Z6hN_xhWgjxW0u5a2HxaYjHM9DO-_mZLwi2raqKFkFHg0QM5IubIixFVmRO/s640/blogger-image-588753940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMzrtGXjrP6cRMoh5h10BRNcOIl2HGT-pen0TJFBrN3jc1kdy8KNc05h5lBHhZt96odlt8o7fMbUiO1dt7Z6hN_xhWgjxW0u5a2HxaYjHM9DO-_mZLwi2raqKFkFHg0QM5IubIixFVmRO/s640/blogger-image-588753940.jpg"></a></div>My crazy walking buddy, yesterday we made it all the way to the coffee shop in the rain for hot chocolate. We even ran!</div><div><br></div><div>2. I'm grateful for hairdye which I'm so desperate to buy more of. Without it I would look so much older. </div><div><br></div><div>3. I'm grateful that we have the opportunity as a family to have warmth, shelter and a cupboard full of food because I know some people don't have the same privilege as us. </div>Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-23306624674399562062014-08-03T17:47:00.001+12:002014-08-03T17:47:30.894+12:00Day 1 gratefulI've been challenged to write three things I'm greatful for, for the next five days. Here I go Day 1<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgG6S7EvfS6OtQbsvUrGRXUpEzkdBXDdCM-2k67e-1f5J9v4MJoq1NzClh5R3S2WO3_OaURDy6aKnXzHTcZFWZm3CHOCD1IGLnG9VMLFZWFJ0q-yG2ePXjDaK-3AdhpV9APnmrh2XhVb5/s640/blogger-image-1818619739.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGgG6S7EvfS6OtQbsvUrGRXUpEzkdBXDdCM-2k67e-1f5J9v4MJoq1NzClh5R3S2WO3_OaURDy6aKnXzHTcZFWZm3CHOCD1IGLnG9VMLFZWFJ0q-yG2ePXjDaK-3AdhpV9APnmrh2XhVb5/s640/blogger-image-1818619739.jpg"></a></div>1. I'm grateful for the mess I can make in my own kitchen, after renting for three years I'm glad I can say this place is mine </div><div><br></div><div>2. I'm grateful for the three booty shaking girls in the back ground. They are fiesty, they love to dance and they love to cook, hence the mess. </div><div><br></div><div>3. Now I've seen a lot of these grateful posts over the last few weeks and I know all the standard things but I'm not a standard kind of girl. So my last thing today is I'm grateful for my taste buds. I'm so glad that I can cook and taste food. I love it so much. After two weeks without chocolate I missed it so much. I fell off the wagon and fell face first into a double family size block. </div>Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-7629897234378630552014-07-28T15:53:00.001+12:002014-07-28T15:58:17.020+12:00Stay awakeMiss Josephine has decided that she is to big for a day sleep now, that is until she gets to 3pm and wants to fall asleep doing the school run.<br />
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-35110628887161787382014-07-17T16:46:00.000+12:002014-07-17T16:46:21.505+12:00I haven't written in a whileI haven't written in a while. Life has taken over and I have not given myself time to reflect on each day. After a realisation that I need some time for me, and a outlet to make all of this mortherhood, womenhood, wifey business make sense. I'm back online.<br />
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I'm a person that likes to have something to show for my achievement's, I like to have a lovely home that I can invite people over to, I like to have children that are happy and of course I like to have a husband that looks lovingly at me from across a crowded room. All the things that Hollywood Movies are made of. Now lets keep it real. Life is not always like this. <br />
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Sometimes it is enough to be able to get through the day and get the kids to bed. But when they are sleeping and you can look into their little faces and see them as babies and dream of what they are going to be as they grow, that is <span style="font-size: large;"><em>bliss</em></span>.<br />
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On a Tuesday I have seven children in my house after school. It is fun and mad at the same time. I take my hat off to parents with lost of kids. Last Tuesday the kids ran in and out of the house in dress up. They were having so much fun, I had to call them all in when it got dark. This is the childhood that I remember, being free and adventurous.<br />
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My darling husband walked into the house late, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was 'Wow what happened here'. The floors were so dirty that today two days latter after a good mop you can still see the dirt. <br />
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It was brought to my attention this morning by a friend that we can bust our guts to have the clean house but sometimes the only one that cares about this is you. You need to make the most of each day. Set yourself limits and know what can't be done just can't be done. Rather then longing for a simpler life we can have it if we just are a little easier on ourselves. <br />
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Remind me to read this again on a daily basis to remind myself!Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-31631592150300868562013-12-09T17:29:00.000+13:002013-12-09T17:29:02.913+13:00Looking like a Surfer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Monique for her birthday got a surf board and as neither Dave and I can surf we put her into surfing lessons. She loves it, she took a few weeks to get the hang off standing up but she very slowly got there. Each week she would ask me, "Do I look like a surfing pro yet", to which I would answer sure you <span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"><strong>look</strong></span> like an awesome surfer. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKH-gh9gnLQJwKGHaBGAQiRvFW2-40OA-TbvkXqeR5pESqRRuo0nOxmTb_SN-K0Y_4OrxJ_OwDscuCDtIFHy1n-l-R2iUjnqke98lt9VidamPkEgDDHGlfweCJf_-HvKsGN1scR56DSWP6/s1600/IMG_8637.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKH-gh9gnLQJwKGHaBGAQiRvFW2-40OA-TbvkXqeR5pESqRRuo0nOxmTb_SN-K0Y_4OrxJ_OwDscuCDtIFHy1n-l-R2iUjnqke98lt9VidamPkEgDDHGlfweCJf_-HvKsGN1scR56DSWP6/s640/IMG_8637.JPG" width="425" /></a></div>
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Each Saturday morning for 8 weeks we left the house at 7am to get to surfing, it didn't matter if it was sunny or raining we were there. There was a couple of weeks that David couldn't come so it would be me and the three girls, Monique in the surf, Poppy trying to swimming in between the surf boards and me holding Josephine yelling at Poppy to come back and yelling at Monique to get back out there and catch the next wave.</div>
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The second last week of surfing, Monique got really upset as one of the girls in her class told her that she was the worst surfer. The thing with Monique is that she is not the sporty type but she just tries so hard and it breaks my heart to see that she's trying and someone puts her down. Being the awesome Mum that I am I told her that this other girl mustn't be a good surfer because if she was she would be to busy catching waves to know what you are doing. </div>
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"She mustn't be a very good surfer, if she can't even surf in the rain"</div>
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Monique surfed the best she ever had rain and all. I love my little surfer girl.</div>
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Monique's Birthday was in October but some how I have only just taken the photos off my camera. I already know what my New Years Resolution will be for next year. GET MORE ORGANISED.</div>
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She had a lovely birthday with presents and cake, all the things which are a must have for any 8 year old. She got a 1D CD, CD Player and Towel, or for those not in the know, or don't have an 8 yr old that's One Direction. All we heard for days was One Direction. She also got a surf board, Monique loves the beach and loves to go out beyond the waves. Although she was born in the Burbs, she was made to live at the beach.</div>
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At our Church when you turn eight, you can choose to be Baptised. Monique's Baptism was held a couple of weeks after her birthday as that was the one weekend when her Grandparents could come up (they travel a lot). </div>
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Following her Baptism we had family and friends come over for a birthday pool party. She had a great day and I hope it is one that she will remember for a long time.</div>
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My Beautiful Niece and Sister in Law surprised Monique by flying up for a weekend for her baptism. It was so nice to spend time with everyone, although it makes you miss them more once you have seen them again.</div>
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<br>Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-80778962446647307912013-11-13T20:56:00.002+13:002013-11-13T20:56:36.548+13:00Catching upAt the start of October I had planned to write about Grief and Life, I wrote headings of posts to prompt me. I had a plan of doing one every few days. Well life keeps going on and I didn't quite get to finish the posts I wanted to in October so there might just be a few more Grief Posts coming when I have time to post about them. <br />
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October is easily busier then Christmas in our house, we have birthdays, birthdays and more birthdays. Luckily only two in our immediate family but in our extended family there is over 10 in September and October. So family that have yet to receive a present it is on my list and to those that have got them, score!<br />
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I think this was last school holidays, kids day at Surfers Paradise and Movie on the Beach with friends.<br />
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Monique and her friends wanted to camp out on the trampoline, it has a tent over the top. Great plan. I joined them for safety. Long story short at 4am we had to move inside as the tent is NOT waterproof and we were all soaked.. Monique also had over 20 mozzie bites, we might not be trying that again.<br />
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If you look in my bag you will find a blue ribbon, it is a little faded now and have some grubby marks on it. It is in the little side pocket with a zipper so I can't lose it. <br />
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You will find another in my jewellery box, this one is not so faded, it is shiny and bright baby blue. It is there for me to look and touch when I need a reminder this life is real and the <em><strong><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">bounty of blessing that I have in my life are truly for me.</span></strong></em><br />
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Another you will find in a special blue box in my garage that holds all the precious items that were given to us for Riley.<br />
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Somewhere along the time between having Riley and his funeral it was decided that all of Riley's family would wear Blue. Riley was our first Boy, Riley was the first Grandson on David's side of the family after 8 grand daughters. We were going to make the most of Blue as we could. The men all wore Blue shirts, the women wore Blue or had a blue Ribbon in their hair.<br />
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The morning of the funeral it was hot, real hot, western Sydney 40 degree kind of hot. <em><strong>I didn't notice</strong></em><br />
My parents had come to get the girls dressed in new outfits, I was cleaning the house like mad. There was a bustle about the house as people dropped food off and prepared everything. We had requested that the funeral director not to send a car that we would get David's parents to take us. <br />
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As everything rushed around, I remember standing in the bathroom fully dressed ready to go, lippy and high heels on with a toothbrush in hand scrubbing the shower. In my mind I think I just had to make everything as perfect as it could be for that day, the day that I will never forget. My mum walked in on me and said 'Its OK, its going to be OK the way it is, it time to go'.<br />
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She is a wise women because although she was talking about the shower, she also knew we would be OK the way we are now.<br />
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My Mum tied the <span style="color: #3d85c6;"><strong>Blue Ribbon</strong></span> in my hair, I took a big breath and knew now it was time to leave. <br />
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David's parents drove us to the cemetery, in their new Volvo. I had not been in it before, as we drove out of our estate the feeling in the car was very sombre I don't think anyone had spoken. What do you say in that kind of situation. Well being in a Volvo I remarked <em><strong><span style="color: #3d85c6;">'I feel so safe'</span></strong></em> when in fact I felt the most venerable I had ever felt in my life.<br />
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<br />Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-43792948688208810902013-10-10T19:59:00.002+13:002013-10-10T19:59:24.849+13:00Losing Riley telling the girlsI remember sitting on the floor after the girls where brought back to our house. They had stayed at my sisters the night we had Riley. I sat there broken not knowing what I was feeling let alone how on earth I was going to explain it to a 4yr old and 2 1/2 yr old. I sat there for what felt like a very long time with Poppy playing with some toys. Waiting to find the right words. I just didn't want the girls to feel the way I felt. I think I played out the words in my head over and over but I never got to say them. Before I said anything Poppy asked where is baby boy? Is baby boy gone? Her sweet innocent voice, the way she looked around as if he was hiding. The thing that scared me the most was she already knew without me ever having to utter a word.<br />
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It was at that point that David and I joined forces and sat with the girls, drew on our faith and told them. There are many moments of losing Riley that I can play over and over in my mind. The regrets the what if and the if onlys, but the words we spoke at the moment have gone. </div>
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There would have been questions there is still questions now. It was only tonight that we were asked did you put clothes on Riley when he was already dead. These questions usually go ing with other random statements of but Riley didn't even get to meet his family. </div>
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The questions were endless all I wanted to do was let the tears fall. I wanted to hold my boy in my arms. I wanted to be around people I wanted to be alone but I couldn't be. I wanted to shower my girls with cuddles. I wanted them to know it was all going to be ok. </div>
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The questions the grief the life that continued around us. One night before Riley's funeral I was trying to bath the kids. I know there was other people in the house, there had to be i couldn't be left alone I was too scared to be left alone. I leant over the bath. Another question from the girls. Another wave of tears, I just couldn't answer anymore questions. I heard the front door, another person entered the house it could have been anyone I wouldn't have noticed I was a zombie. This person however didn't stop to say hi to everyone else. She asked where the girls were and came straight to the bathroom. Picked me up and took over being the mum I couldn't be. Before I knew it bath pjs and stories and bedtime was all done, whilst I snuck away from the noise and laid on my bed wishing it was all a dream . It was a relief to not have to answer anymore questions that day. </div>
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Overtime we became stronger to be able to answer questions, to be able to include Riley in our family we have to talk about him. Just because he didn't get to meet his sisters in this life time doesn't mean they won't know him when they meet again. It is with all our faith and hope that we truely believe this. It is our faith that there is more to us then this life that makes the days shorter and the questions easier to answer. </div>
Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-80047014255588091942013-10-08T19:18:00.000+13:002013-10-08T19:18:13.232+13:00October - Pregnancy Loss Remembrance MonthThe 15th of October marks Pregnancy Loss Remembrance Day, alot of people participate in a capture your grief type project. I tried to do this last year but felt terrible when life got in the way and I couldn't post something everyday. So this year I have decided to write about a few things that I have never written about before, something's that I want to always remember and about moving forward with life.<br />
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Right now I'm not sure what will get spilt on to the keys in front of me. I'm no writer, my gramma is bad and spelling even worse. I'm going to let the fingers do the talking and see what comes out.<br />
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I have no idea who reads this and I don't write for others to read, I write to get it out, to make sense of my feelings. I write to make my feelings known and hope that one day my girls will read this and understand me. Understand what is important in this life and be able to look back with fond memories of what I have recorded. <br />
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The whole day of remembrance is a concept to me to that doesn't quite make sense. I don't need a special day to remember because anyone that has lost someone that they love can tell you they remember every day, they long for that person very day and you would not be human if you didn't wonder about the 'What Ifs' . It might be different if you are remembering people that you don't know but know that they have passed away in a global event but when you are personally connected with a loss, it is always there. It might not be at the front of your brain, it might be to the left of right over time it goes to the back but it is still always there...<br />
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-65784701119919400682013-09-20T16:08:00.000+12:002013-09-20T16:08:23.607+12:00My Baby is a Little Girl<br />
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Josephine is changing into a real toddler, we have just gone from baby soft sole shoes to real sandals. I know in the whole scheme of life is it not that great a milestone. When she is getting her first bra I may just cry. She chats on the phone to family members and throws tantrums if she doesn't get what she wants. </div>
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-16174107925708793382013-09-14T19:25:00.000+12:002013-09-14T19:25:02.547+12:00Death of RuebenIt is with much sadness that I have to write that our ugly, smelly Guinea Pig Rueben is Dead. Monique through all her efforts to look after her first pet some how got the short straw and has had to deal with finding him 'Just laying there'. <br />
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Of course she has gone through all the normal grieving cycles. Sadness, anger, sadness, <strong><em>happiness </em></strong>all before Rueben had a funeral. Yes Happiness - While Dave is digging a hole to bury Rueben, Monique is asking can she have a snake as a Pet. AAAHHHHH NO Way, what about a Spider? Seeing as I have on more then one occasion rang people to come over to kill a spider, you can be assured the answer is NO.<br />
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Although I joke about it, I also saw the days following, Monique visiting our surviving Guinea Pig Jaxy a number of times throughout the day to make sure he is still alive. It seems the anxiety of losing a love one even if it is an ugly smelly Guinea Pig is no different for a child to deal with as an adult which has lost someone un-expectantly. I know it is a massive emotional difference and she will be over it soon. But the anxiety of checking and double checking and triple checking to make sure the surviving member of the family are OK, is something that I can see in myself.<br />
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Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-3748731731407846152013-09-02T19:45:00.001+12:002013-09-02T19:46:31.455+12:00More of our Winter Holiday - Visiting Mikie in Hospital<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Visiting hospital with kids is no fun for them or the adults that have to be around them. After we went to the Winter Magic Festival we went to see my Dad(aka Mikie) in hospital. As soon as we walked in we could see and hear that he was having a hard time with his pain management. Mum and I tried to keep the kids busy with the iPad and iPhone but eventually Poppy got bored and hungry. </div>
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Family friends had come by to see Dad and they were a wonderful distraction for all of us. It was kind of good that Poppy got bored as her next toy to play with was my camera. I have about 40 photos from that night, Oh the things we do to just keep our kids quite, which she wasn't by any means.</div>
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But when he knew Poppy was taking a photo, the true Mikie came out from the haze of pain and drugs.</div>
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Finally getting around to posting about my trip to Sydney. We went down for a holiday that just so happened to be right when my Dad (Mikie) had heart surgery. Usually when we go back Home it is so very rushed, this time I wanted the girls to do some holiday things that they would remember.</div>
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In the 30+ years I lived in the Blue Mountains I had never been to the Winter Magic Festival, it use to be 'When all the Freaks, came out to play', but I thought it is something different and you don't get to see Blue Mountain Freaks very often so hey lets do it. Now I grew up in the Lower Blue Mountains, it is very different to the Upper Mountains, we really are just suburbia with bushland and less traffic.. We got on the train and as we travelled closer to our destination it become clear the freaks were out to play. My Mum is the queen of giving the eye and the nod - did you see that signal. </div>
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Josephine didn't like of this constrictive clothing, this photo is her screaming, if she could talk she would be saying 'what's this thing stuck on my head'.<br />
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She soon fell asleep, and we all wished we could be as warm as she was.<br />
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The festival is great, there was a parade that had the girls mesmerised for ages. Lots of stalls and even more people. It was a great day out to forget about the stress of Dad not being well for a few hours.</div>
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As I write this Monique reminded me that it was really cool to eat something hot as when you breathed, smoke came out. So funny, I remember standing freezing cold with snot dripping from my nose and she remembers being able to breath smoke like a dragon.</div>
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<br />Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5362244427732000258.post-9271362984558086492013-08-08T11:10:00.001+12:002013-08-08T11:10:07.944+12:00Spaghetti in your earEach Tuesday night at church we have an activity for youth 12-18 yr olds. This week we got them over to our house to run around the oval across the rd for a game of capture the flag with the twist. <div><br></div><div>Twist 1. It was dark</div><div>Twist 2. They all had flour bombs to throw at each other </div><div>Twist 3. The leaders all stood in the middle throwing food at them. </div><div><br></div><div>The reaction of the youth when they got hit with spaghetti when they thought that we only had flour. Haha. I never want to grow up<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaGUNk2xfBMyVeRRQmvBX6URk-WbcbJjVhhQ1egNnv551fksZ6ITwqZ7wdpX9dj5K8LaDN68xf4AtsPCT_AtqShyjRCh1aM_ynn4St7QZOc0DZmQVXN0_TRTWX-ys-V7fye7aLOQApPCu/s640/blogger-image-1523471320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKaGUNk2xfBMyVeRRQmvBX6URk-WbcbJjVhhQ1egNnv551fksZ6ITwqZ7wdpX9dj5K8LaDN68xf4AtsPCT_AtqShyjRCh1aM_ynn4St7QZOc0DZmQVXN0_TRTWX-ys-V7fye7aLOQApPCu/s640/blogger-image-1523471320.jpg"></a></div></div>Princesses in waitinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09205808140529372725noreply@blogger.com2