Someone has a new haircut

Isn't it funny that from a young age us ladies are always loving a good chop (no not pork). When I mentioned to Princess that we might get her haircut she was so excited. And so was I because I have had enough of getting the ruggies out. Even the hair-dresser was amazed at how many knots she had and I had put it in a plait just so it wouldn't be too bad for the hairdresser.
So without any further ado- here is my little princess and her new look.

 

She was very happy with it. You would never guess she had about 20cms taken off. That's about 7 inches for our American friends. I can't wait to wash it tonight as I am guessing all her lovely curls should come back now.

It's funny, but not ha ha funny

It's peculiar I guess.
I haven't written a post in some time because... well to be honest I haven't felt up to sharing. You see some very personal things have happened recently, and I guess because I am not the person directly involved it is not up to me to share these things.
I have felt somewhat unable to share and therefore I have lacked the desire to communicate at all! Which now considering is a bit sad because although I don't have the greatest following I know that some people do enjoy clicking onto the blog and seeing new picture (less for my eloquent words).

SO here is some of the things I haven't shared which I should have.

Sweetness achieved her first blood nose. She was climbing or jumping or falling, you know her usual antics.

Princess has had a rather uneventful last few weeks, which means she has been a true little Princess for her mummy.

Gorgeous Husband, well he's doing well...considering. The biggest loss for me in regards to this man has been the loss of his beard. Not happy me- what do you think?

And little 'old' me- well I turned the big 30 last Monday, and it didn't hurt a bit. I can see that I look older but on the inside I still about 16, except for the days when I'm 86.

Oh and I nearly forgot this little one. Our little Piddle pot has integrated well. He can't get enough of the girls and is so desperate to be around them he even gets on the trampoline with them.

Inspiration to ride a bike

As many of you lovely reader would know my f-i-l (father in law) has embarked on quite an exciting adventure cycling his way from the top of France Deauville on the English Channel (or La Manche to the French) to the Mediterranean Sea just south of the town of Montpellier. In hearing about his progress we have started talking about Princess riding her bike too.

Well the three girls were all arguing over the same trike on Friday and so I suggested bringing out the big girl bike that Princess received for Christmas. Princess had had some coaching around Christmas time (even from an expert)and she was just not ready to try. This time she hoped straight onto the bike and now ...she's my big girl riding her first big bike. Awwwww, she's growing up.

visiting etsy

If you haven't you really must visit etsy. Because of our current economic downturn, I can only enjoy these online, but you know what sometimes its nice just to look, otherwise I might be tempted by this...
I am loving the zebra strips

or do you prefer this one?

Of course we can't forget Purple.

And for sisters


What about birthdays.



Ok maybe this is getting a little eccentric

Most of these are from the seller- Sweet Plume.

new interest in Cooking

Well I am not much of a cook (yes I can see you nodding in agreement)and I'm still not but I have something to make it even easier for me now. Yes 4 ingredients- how easy is that.
What is really good is that this book has already been consulted more than once. Most of my 'pretty' cookbooks are sitting there on the book shelf displays beautiful pictures of delicious food, that has only (note the sarcasms) taken 1 hour to prepare and another hour to cook. And the amount of ingredients necessary only spans half way down the A4 page.
This book is simple (like me) and easy to follow (unlike me). It's also good in regards to the time it takes to get ready (also unlike me).

So this is me now.


Oh except that kitchen looks quite neat and there are no children pulling on my leg in this photo, demanding attention.

Speaking of Sweetness

Speaking of our lovely little girl- she had her chicken pox immunisation today, she was very brave.

They also weighed and measured her. It seems she may be competing in Australia's next top model 2023. She measures 87cms and is 10 kg. That is in the 97th percentile for her height and bottom 5 percent for weight. I do think we've just had a growth spurt. But look at those legs.

You would have no idea that its almost winter here would you.

All because of Honesty (and stupidity)

Here's a question for you:
You have just spent 12 hours on a flight with two young children, you have one more plane trip to go until you are at home where you can have a rest in your nice warm, lovely clean bed. Someone comes up to you and asks you if your daughter is sick. Even though you know she doesn't have swine flu, what do you answer?

Yes, Sweetness was sick and tired and looked all the worst after a 12 hour flight. She had a cough and a temperature and a runny nose and we had come from LA.
So our course the NZ authorities had to give her the swabs and keep her family back in Auckland.
But it was not just necessary to keep Mum, Dad and kiddies, no the rest of the family had to be taken off the flight too- 11 people all up. All of the other passengers were delayed too as they had to find all our baggage and take it off the plane. ( I won't go into detail but I was very happy to be able to change my clothes at the airport).
So for around 2 or 3 hours we had to wait around at the airport with our lovely face masks on all the while people were walking past us looking at this large group of people all sitting around waiting for something to happen. We were told this... and then we were told that. It would be 24 hours,... no 48 hours,... no 72 hours minimum for everyone,... no just for Sweetness,... no for everyone. Suffice to say they really didn't have their stories straight and it was more than a bit inconvenient.
Next we were off (in an ambulance), not to the hospital but to a hotel this one to be exact:

We were told that we need to stay in our rooms and we were not given the keys to our room.
Can you imagine four people- two of these being children being stuck in this room? Nightmare- our course we let the children run around in the corridor as it was just becoming to much for them. Even Princess had had enough colouring in and reading.
We were all given the drugs to take and expected just to take them and after having them for 72 hours (whether Sweetness had the swine flu or not) we could go home and not an hour before. What they didn't really have plans for was firstly children and secondly pregnant women. Aunt could not safely take the drugs because they had not been proven to be safe for the unborn baby. So she would then need to stay a whole week. Very comforting to a pregnant woman who is 34 weeks pregnant to be stuck in a foreign country at this stage of pregnancy.
Anyway after about 24 hours Sweetness was given the all clear from swine flu- yay right? Well only sort of everyone else could go except Sweetness. She had to stay 72 hours because it might have been a false negative.
So everyone was all excited because now they could go home,... or could they? Now they had to obtain flights. The NZ gov. paid for our accommodation, food, phone calls, a few toys for the children, even a taxi to the airport but that's where it stopped.
You see they took us off the plane but they then felt no obligation to get us on another flight. And our air- carrier, it wasn't there issue that we were taken off the flight.
Is it a bird...is it a plane... No it's the Australian Consular and his very helpful assistant. With a little persuasion everyone (except Sweetness and myself) were able to be on the same flight they were taken off 48 hours later.
This left Sweetness and I. Well I am not really going to go into much detail here as to be honest it wasn't very nice and I am still a little emotional about it all.
But the next morning Sweetness and I woke at 3 in the morning to catch the same flight back HOME.

So this is about all we saw of NZ



72 hours...48 for some...all because of a little honest 'yes'.
What would you have done?