Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Before our very surprised eyes the big girl has turned 5.
5 years old. Not a baby anymore. Not a pre-schooler for much longer. 1 week away from the most awaited day in her life. She has been wearing her uniform at every available opportunity since November last year. She is bursting at the seams to get there. I am the one who has to stop my self from telling her how much I will miss her incessant chatter when she is not here; my sidekick, my helper, my little friend.
The baby is 8 1/2 months old now. Standing at every opportunity, speed crawling around the house. He has given up on mush and only likes finger food. Asparagus yesterday, broccoli today. Watermelon and nectarines are his favourite.
And in the middle of all this we are gearing up for a move. A big move away from dear, sweet friends. Away from the humid nights and the scent of our frangipanis. A move back into the heart and the guts of a big city; the lovely big city called Melbourne.
Hello my southern friends, we are heading your way.