Tuesday, January 24, 2012

being eight

I really don't remember being eight.  I have some faint memories... playing with the next door neighbours daughter ~ mostly playing tricks on my little brother, telling him that we had been captured by aliens and they were coming back for him.  My baby sister was born when I was eight years old.  Maybe that has something to do with the fact that my memory is fuzzy?  Life with a new baby, as I know very well, is full of nappies, and poop, and crying and in the middle of all of that we moved house a couple of times.  Life was a little hectic for us when I was eight.


LittleBee, aged 8yrs 4 months

Now I am a looong way away from the days of being that young.  And I am blessed now to be surrounded daily with an energetic eight year old of my very own.  I took her to visit a friend this afternoon, who also has two daughters.  One is nearly ten, and the other, Miss H is also eight.  It just so happens that every time we get together with these girls LittleBee and Miss H plan and scheme and organise... sleep overs!  So tonight, it is our turn to host Miss H... and the world, the enticing, thrilling, all giggling and sparkling world of the eight year old girl has descended *with full force* into our humble little home.

So what is it like being eight?  Do you remember being eight?  Here's a glimpse of what life is like for an eight year old... well around here anyway:


  • everything seems funny.  I think eight year old girls particularly (unfortunately this is a generalisation, as I can not comment on what eight year old boys are like) have an endless supply of giggles.  They giggle in the shower.  They giggle at the dinner table.  They giggle when they are supposed to, also at the most inappropriate times.  Add just one self proclaimed funny older boy and the giggles flowing as if they are on tap!  I wonder if they even giggle in their sleep.
  • everything is a secret.  These two girls tonight have been very secretive! Giggles behind closed doors.  Sneaking out to make sure I'm not watching or listening or hearing what they are being secretive about.  Whispers. Flitting from room to room.  More giggles.  A funny (actually funny) thing happened tonight when the girls were shutting themselves in the room for a no doubt secret game.. the door handle came right off locking them inside the room.  I came to their rescue, and as I had to tend to LadyBug I told them that they will have to leave the door open until Dadda came home to fix it.  They seemed ok with that, but as they were secretly discussing their drama at the kitchen bench, I asked them what was wrong, to be told will have to pause their game because they need privacy!  So evidently, eight year olds need privacy!
  • everything is a musical!  I'm not sure if this is true for all eight year olds, as my subject group is rather exclusive, but I can tell you that there has been a lot of singing and dancing here tonight.  And I do know that this is not unusual for LittleBee.  She turns everything into a song, and if it's already a song, she creates a dance for it.  I happened to walk past the bedroom (when the door was open) to catch a glimpse of the girls videoing their little dances.  
  • everything is cute.  The dog is cute.  The cat is so cute.  The little sister is soooooo cute.
  • everything has to be pink.  Or purple.  And sparkly.  It just has to glisten.  
  • everyone is a best friend.  I love that LittleBee can have Miss H over, and even though we only see her a few times every year, they are just so close.  I know that the time they are spending together tonight will help forge their friendship even deeper, and maybe in the preteen years to come there will be a lot more sleep overs. 
Right now it's 10:35pm, and I've been up since 5:35am!  And whilst I would just love to curl up in bed to snooze the night away, I'm in the throws of a Barbie Movie Marathon!  Apparently eight year olds can pull an all nighter (or so they think!) watching Barbie at her heroic best, saving puppies, princes and fairy kingdoms all while wearing glittery pink and purple ball gowns and heels.  

So I'm going to pour myself a hot coffee, and curl up on the couch to soak in some of what it's like being eight again.



Thursday, January 5, 2012

Pic of the Crop ~ 5th Jan

Mmmmm....

It's not very often that you find dairy free delicious-ness but today was a treat indeed. Dairy and egg free chocolate sorbet looked just too good to pass up!

And she simply loved it.

Yay for LadyBug friendly chocolate goodness!


Pic of the crop ~ 4th Jan

She grizzled and groaned all morning. There didn't seem to be much anyone could do to help, unless you were Mumma and you were offering snuggles. And although there were plenty of Mumma Snuggles to be had, LadyBug was just having one of 'those' mornings.

Then along came Dadda and in a swift moment they were off to the park. She seemed to forget her misery for a moment at least, and began to enjoy a fun slide with her Dadda. Up and down, up and down, countless smiles and cute little giggles of joy ensued as they played together in the morning sun.

It was kind of like watching the sun break through the clouds on a gloomy looking day.


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Pic of the crop ~ 3rd Jan

I woke up early to head to the beach for a pre-breakfast swim. As it was an ideal shopping day we all walked to town for some summer window shopping while my baby sister napped in her pram. We stopped for an early lunch, and discussed what the rest if the day should hold for us.

I was very keen to head out to a dinosaur museum. I walked around, enjoying the exhibits and learning new things.

I was really eager to hit the beach as soon as possible though, so I pretty much spent the rest of the arvo with my Dadda chasing waves and learning to use the boogy board.

All too soon it was time to head back for a super speedy shower so we could enjoy and a nice dinner out. But I could barely keep my head up at the dinner table. I waited patiently for my dinner and when it came I ate it all up but can you believe that I refused dessert?

Dadda took me back to the hotel for a lie down and when Mumma came back too, she found me fast asleep. I managed to put my nighty on but fell asleep before I could even get under the covers!


Monday, January 2, 2012

Pic of the crop ~ 2nd jan

Dinner by the seaside...

A little walk in the sand...

After dinner, a mostly timid LadyBug showed some enthusiasm for the water before deciding that the icy cold ocean was not a good feel for a little persons toes.


Sunday, January 1, 2012

Pic of the crop ~ sharing life 1 photo at a time

Today starts a new year. And a new year usually brings new challenges, new adventures and new experiences. I don't do resolutions, I actually resolve not to make resolutions, but I do like starting new things. And new things without guilt if I don't keep it up works well for me ;)

As we were starting out on our mini summer family break I thought that it would be fun to share a little bit of each day in just one photo. I love taking photos, especially of the children getting into all sorts of chaos. I have a great little FujiFilm digital camera but it's the iPhone that turns into the family camera more often than not, so we usually end up with a lot of photos at the end of each adventure. So I'm wanting to share with you what I think is the 'pic' of the crop!

Today's 'Pic of the Crop' showcases my LadyBug snoozing in the car. LittleBee had shared a book and pencil to keep her entertained while Dadda grabbed some last minute supplies for our holiday. This photo was taken while we were still in the driveway!!



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