Barbie and Ken are done now, so it’s time to revert to a little seriousness now.. (if I can!)
Though the clouds appear to rumble across the sky, they don’t signal danger, but simply frame the beauty that is the sun, trying to shine into our lives…
Beautiful white wisps
Reflecting the sun’s strong rays
Clouds offer us hope
Know the clouds will pass, and that the sun will brighten our lives soon enough, we just need to wait… dusk passes through into night, which welcomes dawn, and a new day…
Today is the day my little baby, my Lil Princess hits double figures!
I can’t believe I am a mother to not one but two kids aged 10 and above!
She has requested a few things, as kids do, but the main present, well she had that already! Just this last Saturday actually!
Long gone are the days of mooning over One Direction – check out her 7-year-old drawings of them here – instead, it is time for Little Mix fever!
We have spent the last few weeks hearing their cd on repeat in anticipation of her birthday treat.
A few months back, when I went to the local theatre, I noticed an ad for a show called The Little Mix Experience. A tribute band who played a whole show in the Little Mix way. And it was a few days before her birthday…
Now, I don’t know about you, but I am not keen on the idea of spending around ÂŁ100 per ticket to see a band… not at her tender years anyway, so this was an ideal opportunity to introduce her to concert culture, in a controlled environment!
We decided that it would be a great treat for her to go with a few friends to see this show.
So, on Saturday, Lil Princess, along with 4 special friends, and one of the mums (who is my special friend) went to see her first concert!
She managed to wrangle a free glowstick from the merchandise man, as I was talking to the lady at the box office, by saying it was her birthday, and then I felt obliged to buy the little bear too!
The show?
Well, we had an awesome time! The audience was full of families and young girls who were Little Mix Crazy and the band didn’t disappoint!
They sang a great mix of new and old hits, along with a couple of covers, and got the whole audience singing and dancing!
And at the end, they did a meet and greet, which was so busy, with all these mini Little Mixers clamouring for photos with the (not real) Little Mix that we ended up slipping away!
I managed to get a couple of videos of them singing (excuse me crooning along to Reggaeton Lento, I couldn’t help it!) for your viewing pleasure!
I am currently trying to remove the CD surreptitiously from the car stereo… but it’s not easy, and to be honest, I quite like Little Mix too!
All that remains is to say Happy Birthday to my gorgeous Lil Princess.
Stop growing up so fast, and making me feel old!
Love you to the moon and back, my sweet girl ❤
A poem I penned for her a few years ago
The biggest blessing of my life,
Becoming a mummy, after being a wife.
I love them both equally, yes, it’s true
But with my girl, the things we can do!
Shopping, dressing up, hair styles, nails
And when she’s older, advice about males!
She amazes and frustrates in equal amounts
But the love that she gives, now that’s what counts.
When there are tears, it tears at my heart,
I hate it whenever we are apart.
The giggles and laughter, that beautiful sound,
She lights up my life, when she is around.
I love my girl, and I’m lucky to be
The mummy to someone so very crazy!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “his/her(s).” Use one, use both, bonus points if you start your post with one and end with the other. Have fun!
His eyes tell a story no words can convey.
Of how life was when you were a certain way
The lies, the deceit, the hiding, the pain
Dreams full of sunshine, life filled with rain
The days filled with worry, what if they should discover
The fact that he had a handsome male lover
Those were the days when they had no rights
Heterosexual days, homosexual nights
By day a lawyer, staid Mr Smith
By night a woman, stunning Trixie Trix
He hid it well from family and wife
He hid it well, all through his life
And now he sits, an ageing old gent
Wondering where his whole life went
He looks at a photo of Trixie, in fur
And wishes he could go back to being her…
But I Smile Anyway... 