Thursday, February 23, 2012

Don't Worry be Happy

Last night I went out to dinner with a friend, we had a bit of a philosophical conversation about being happy with our cards in life, being happy with what we DO have and not being greedy about what we don't have.

I got home and had a shower and played my usual play list and ironically Guy Sebastian's 'Don't worry be happy' came on. How fitting! For those that have not listened to it the song is essentially about life being short and just being happy. We only get to live it once and we should live it up!

Life really is short, and this year I'm going to promise myself to try to appreciate what I have. I'm going to try to not be greedy, I'm going to count my blessings and truly be happy with my lot in life.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Where there is life...

There is cake. :=)

You didn't expect that did you!?

Made some 'Blue velvet cupcakes' on the weekend for a celebration of life on Sunday. Just substituted the red dye for blue. Everyone got blue tongues but they were delicious.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

End of an Era

With the start of full time formal schooling we've ended the era of our firstborn home days and entered into living our lives through lunch boxes, school holidays and stains on white t-shirts.

I was not sure what to expect today but I think the outcome is the best I could have hoped for. On dropping Master 4 at school this morning I was told 'you can go when you want to mummy'. I was taking the lead from other parents and trying to hover around watching my son orientate himself with his new surroundings, noting whether he engaged in conversation with fellow students and what activities he delved into first. But this was cut short after a brief period of time with Master 4 clearly more confident and ready for school than we had given him credit for. I'm pleased that I was the one with tears brimming with both sadness and pride and not him. I am pleased that I am the one that was thinking about him all day and that quite likely he didn't give me a thought.

It seems that somehow, out of the last nearly 5 years of sleep deprivation, tears, screaming, tantruming (both him and us), toilet training, moving house, travelling overseas and interstate, laughter, fun and more we've raised a little boy who was happy to farewell us on his first day of big boy school with a brave confident and excited face. Im happy with where we are at.