celebrated her twelfth birthday yesterday.
Twelve-teen as Sally likes to say.
We made a long day of it. A slight technical electronic hitch resulted in our bedside alarm clock showing an hour earlier than it really was. Which meant Matthew headed west at 3 instead of 4 and the kids and I got up at 5 rather than 6. A quick glance at the kitchen clock as I poured my morning coffee, made me shake my head in wonder.
We're really quite bright, we country folk.
It did mean we were able to take in the lunar eclipse and start birthday celebrations ahead of schedule.
Already fearful that my obsession with all things food was filtering through the generations, Sarah's order of pancakes for breakfast and a three course meal for dinner left me even more anxious. An entree of chicken noodle soup, followed by southern fried chicken, wedges and caesar salad, completed with a layered chocolate cherry dessert for dinner kept Mum firmly grounded in the kitchen all afternoon.
This monstrosity kept wanting to slide all over the stand. Finally I speared a skewer through the middle to keep it still. Ingenious.
My cake-icing skills not about to win me any prizes
with cherries, chocolate and crumbs all combining for a rather
Don't count the candles ... we were two short. I think.
And this necklace one of the highlights of the gifts on offer.
In Year 2 at school, Sarah's class was asked to write a short biography, a means of providing an insight into their lives for the benefit of our new school principal.
This was Sarah's.
I like how Dad's represented as a champion hay-maker and I'm obviously a baby-factory.
We still have that rotten wheeler too, I mean rotweiler. Allah, I mean Ella. And for anybody whose hanging on the edge of their seat, awaiting the birth of Ella's puppies, I'm afraid I don't think it's going to happen. She appears to be no longer pregnant. Quite disappointing, as I felt certain they'd be great dogs for rounding up burglars.
And here she is, celebrating her very first birthday. Sarah, not
Still very much into hats. In fact "hat" was the first word she ever spoke.
Thanks for twelve wonderful years beautiful girl.
And don't go leaving your hat outside again ... Ella will eat more than the front brim next time.
You're twelve years old, you should know better.