Mine. Four compelling, riveting and equally beautiful souls.

They make me laugh, and cry. Sometimes at the same time. On occasions they drive me up the wall. Probably more often than not. But without them who would I be? Sometimes I can hardly believe I’m so lucky. Sometimes I can hardly believe they’re all mine.

Thank you for sharing in my journey. Especially for your lovely, uplifting words regarding my ‘Day 18′. I truly felt every bit of love. And for that, I am beyond grateful. Until next year my friends…

Nic xxx

Waiting for the movie to begin and I have no idea what Byron is doing, but I can see Lily is stuffing her face full of popcorn. A typical movie experience I would say.

Despite your attempts at lipstick and nail polish.
Or at wishing you were three years older.
You are five. And a half. I must not forget the half.
So soft and delicate. All things innocent.
Away in dream land.
No doubt singing under rainbows and dancing with the butterflies.
Never stop dreaming.
Sweet child of mine.

The little Miss is finally figuring out how to make her way out of nappies and into big girl undies. She’s getting there slowly, one wee at a time and she couldn’t be more excited. Nor could I.

C’mon darling…just a little bit faster. Mummy’s been waiting. Patiently.

Sometimes, the best laid plans never work out.

It was too much to ask Byron to hug his sisters, on this particular day, at this particular time (although he will do it on other occasions). The girls were happy to oblige. But. Even if I had succeeded in obtaining a nice portrait of them all looking (which I failed to do), I still would have preferred this one the best. So. Much. Attitude. I adore the dichotomy between comfortable versus uncomfortable. It’s an extremely confusing image to look at which is why I love it.

She dressed up in her finest dress.
She wanted to be beautiful.
Because today she finished kindy.
After four and half years she closed the gates one last time.
They were sad to see her go.
I was sad.
But.
She is happy and excitedly awaiting her next big adventure…

Lily is my huggle bunny. There’s no denying it. She loves to randomly cuddle for no other reason than she feels like it. Like today, when she had a cuddle with ‘daddy’ while he was fixing her bike. I guess in this instance, she thought maybe it would give him powers to get the job done quicker?

The wonders of the trampoline. They can literally spend hours on there during the course of the day. Ten minutes here and twenty minutes there. They jump on there together, apart, with stuff (like beanbags and balls) or simply by themselves. Sometimes they take a moment and just quietly lay there watching the clouds roll by. They fight and scream on there. Sometimes they cry. I can’t tell you how many times I want to pull my hair out at the noise levels…. particularly Lily and her incessant need to scream in times of joy and in times of sorrow.

The greatest lover of the trampoline would have to be Willow though. She loves to bounce high, and she can jump as high as the rest of them. Byron and Lily think she’s one big rag doll the way they jump her around and you know what? Most times she thinks it’s the greatest thing in the world.