What is exciting however is the twelfth birthday today of the second daughter.
Jess was up early to needle heifers, racing cattle through the crush and prodding Mum and Dad in an effort to return to the house for gifts.
Today was also the day she and the other senior students of the school made their speeches to the broader school community in an attempt to win votes for leadership positions. All will be revealed at parade on Monday.
An executive decision to hold over full-blown celebrations until Saturday when both Sarah and Dad can join in meant a fairly uninspiring marble cake sufficed for afternoon smoko.
A tasty lunchbox stuffer none-the-less.
I finally found a use for one of three old casement window frames lying around the shed. Hidden every time a shed clean-out occurs, knowing they'd be just perfect for 'something' "one day", the day finally arrived.
Just loving this photo taken over Christmas of Sal heading for the beach, peacock feather in hand, it all came together after a trip to town to collect the enlarged image.
Hung in the freshly painted lounge room, I'm spending far too much time standing in front of it in awe. I think the kids fear they may have finally pushed Mum that one step too far.
Is it just me or does anybody else find naming the blog post the hardest part of this whole blogging experience?