Blake is 3 years old. That's 36 months in mother speak.
How? What? When? Where? Why? (I don't usually ask myself why unless we've had a particularly rough day of whining + tantrums).
Somehow, over the course of those 36 months, she has managed to morph into a fully grown, functional, and feisty little human being.
From her beginnings as a teeny little porcelain doll, into her plump totty teething years involving a lot of highs and lows, and now a big toilet trained, independent and vibrant little girl. Girl being the key word.
Sparkles and nail polish and dolls and hairbrushes and dresses and frozen and 'hairplips' for miles!
This little slice of paradise is full of beans, and will gladly tell you exactly what it is she wants (no idea where that trait came from). She is outrageously sociable (lord help us in ten years time), knee-slappingly hilarious, empathetic, demanding, and three years on- still a total dead ringer for her dad.
Gosh I just outright adore this girl. Seriously. I could gush about her brilliance all day, alas, I'll list some of her favourite things instead;
So, currently trending on Blakes radar;
Her black dress, her sparkle shoes, rice, blueberries, chocolate milk, frozen (when will the madness end), doing everything herself (fav quote; "no I'll do it!!!"), dancing, hairplips, getting mani/ pedis, annoying Oscar, watching Cat in the Hat, and skipping her daytime sleep.
To celebrate our little big gals day, we threw a picnic in the park for her and her mates. Here's a few snaps of what was an epic afternoon;
Double decker banana marshmallow ferrero rocher masterpiece
Aimee's back yahooooo!!
Now that Blake is 3 she has officially started kindy this week, which means twenty sweet sweet hours of single child parenting (timed impeccably with said child's sleep routine). Which means I may have some more time up my sleeve to write again (or daytime nap).
I'm going to go ahead and tell you honestly how I feel about this solo parenting two toddlers business... It is completely fucked. I've never been so frantically busy in my entire life. Every single moment is occupied, there's no after hours, there's no down time, and with Oscar still awaking once in the middle of the night- there's still no proper sleep. So ah yeah, if someone wants to shout me a ticket back to Bali whilst looking after the children for a week right about now.... That could really help me get a hold of my mentality again.
As I've said time and time before;
These two are SO lucky they're expenentially, phenomenally cute.
I hope you guys are feeling sprightly this week!
Au Revoir,
Gem
Thought of the day; currently trending for breakfast lunch & dinner around here;
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