I'm not quite sure what to blog about today. But I'll give it a go.
It's my precious daughters *fourth* birthday today. Yesterday she was 3. Today she is 4. Tomorrow she can be 4 aswell.
It wasn't really that long ago when Michael was travelling 40-60km over the speed limit in the Brisbane city frantically attempting to get me to hospital. He didn't make it but I got the desire of my heart and that was to not give birth in the hospital. It was perfect. For me.
I held the life-less form in my two cupped hands exclaiming to Michael she wasn't moving. It was 12:52am and I couldn't see a thing inside the car. Michael instructed me to flip her upside down and smack her hard on the bum. I told him no way and gave her a little shake/rock/jiggle. She kicked out her legs, arms flung out as she took her first breathe. I knew she was fine at that point and she was.
My Amalia has always been just like her birth. While your expecting her to do something she suddenly does it all on her own accord with no help. Like her toilet training. On her own. Before you expect her to so.
(None of my other children are like their births - so don't buy too much into this).
This little four year old adores *ADORES* the men/boys in her life. I hope they all continue to treat her well, like the precious and sensitive princess that she is. (Papa, two brothers, two uncles +1 & pop).
Around the age of 1 she had a shelf plonked on her little finger ripping most of her nail off from the tip to the nail bed. Emergency Department rush, stitches & bandages. (Sound familiar?) She was given a little 3 wheeler bike thing. You know the type right? Push with their legs. Well, the one handed toddler still managed to play with it in her oversized size 1 pink dress with her feet up in the middle, cute lil toes poking out from under her dress. How precious a memory.
At age 2 she was a clingy nightmare. Always wanting to be attached to my hip. Always wanting to be sucking on a bottle of milk. Always crying, screaming or chucking a tanty. She was hard work. I had somehow missed that in her room on her own far away from mine she would wake in the night screaming in her sleep. Not my first parent fail with this one. I solved the problem by moving her bed into my room. Yeah for awhile she kept climbing in with me but we all got a better, deeper sleep. I would recommend co-sleeping based upon my experience & what I discovered through it.
Then she was 3. Being 2 had nothing on being 3. Being 3 was. Well its over now. This moment I've been waiting for for a whole year. When she finally hits 4.
Oh yeah, this is a blog *perfect life perfect life perfect life* ahem
We have had a lot of special moments with this princess. Like after bed time when she's asleep for example. Amalia is a serious people person. She doesn't like anything apart from people, cuddles & school work. Amalia will play with anything... IF Isaiah or Jarah or someone else is. Be it dolls, Blocks, car things.. She's the one climbing up on your lap all day long and stating "I want a cuddle" "I need a cuddle" "can I have a cuddle". Amalia, even at a young age, has shown an interest in animals & people, showing herself to be compassionate and caring. At the drop of an 'angry face picture' or a home video with someone crying, yelling or having a tantrum she is the one who drops her bottom lip, turns to face me for a cuddle because she is genuinely upset. I often wonder if she might be a nurse one day. Amalia often tells ne she wants to be a mum & have a boy baby. I tell her when she's married would be the best time. I think we had a good day. She let out a lot of screams and tears and feet stomping at the Christmas party we attended today. She's incredible. Afterwards I started a tradition where I take her out for a milk shake just her and the girls. No brothers. Strawberry (pink) milkshake & also got marsbar cheesecake. I'll have a joint birthday party this Sunday (they agreed) then it'll be over -momentarily... So, I had a lot to say afterall. I hope you all had a chilled out, relaxing day. Our Amalia has always been a challenge to capture on film so this is the best of what I got:
It's my precious daughters *fourth* birthday today. Yesterday she was 3. Today she is 4. Tomorrow she can be 4 aswell.
It wasn't really that long ago when Michael was travelling 40-60km over the speed limit in the Brisbane city frantically attempting to get me to hospital. He didn't make it but I got the desire of my heart and that was to not give birth in the hospital. It was perfect. For me.
I held the life-less form in my two cupped hands exclaiming to Michael she wasn't moving. It was 12:52am and I couldn't see a thing inside the car. Michael instructed me to flip her upside down and smack her hard on the bum. I told him no way and gave her a little shake/rock/jiggle. She kicked out her legs, arms flung out as she took her first breathe. I knew she was fine at that point and she was.
My Amalia has always been just like her birth. While your expecting her to do something she suddenly does it all on her own accord with no help. Like her toilet training. On her own. Before you expect her to so.
(None of my other children are like their births - so don't buy too much into this).
This little four year old adores *ADORES* the men/boys in her life. I hope they all continue to treat her well, like the precious and sensitive princess that she is. (Papa, two brothers, two uncles +1 & pop).
Around the age of 1 she had a shelf plonked on her little finger ripping most of her nail off from the tip to the nail bed. Emergency Department rush, stitches & bandages. (Sound familiar?) She was given a little 3 wheeler bike thing. You know the type right? Push with their legs. Well, the one handed toddler still managed to play with it in her oversized size 1 pink dress with her feet up in the middle, cute lil toes poking out from under her dress. How precious a memory.
At age 2 she was a clingy nightmare. Always wanting to be attached to my hip. Always wanting to be sucking on a bottle of milk. Always crying, screaming or chucking a tanty. She was hard work. I had somehow missed that in her room on her own far away from mine she would wake in the night screaming in her sleep. Not my first parent fail with this one. I solved the problem by moving her bed into my room. Yeah for awhile she kept climbing in with me but we all got a better, deeper sleep. I would recommend co-sleeping based upon my experience & what I discovered through it.
Then she was 3. Being 2 had nothing on being 3. Being 3 was. Well its over now. This moment I've been waiting for for a whole year. When she finally hits 4.
Oh yeah, this is a blog *perfect life perfect life perfect life* ahem
We have had a lot of special moments with this princess. Like after bed time when she's asleep for example. Amalia is a serious people person. She doesn't like anything apart from people, cuddles & school work. Amalia will play with anything... IF Isaiah or Jarah or someone else is. Be it dolls, Blocks, car things.. She's the one climbing up on your lap all day long and stating "I want a cuddle" "I need a cuddle" "can I have a cuddle". Amalia, even at a young age, has shown an interest in animals & people, showing herself to be compassionate and caring. At the drop of an 'angry face picture' or a home video with someone crying, yelling or having a tantrum she is the one who drops her bottom lip, turns to face me for a cuddle because she is genuinely upset. I often wonder if she might be a nurse one day. Amalia often tells ne she wants to be a mum & have a boy baby. I tell her when she's married would be the best time. I think we had a good day. She let out a lot of screams and tears and feet stomping at the Christmas party we attended today. She's incredible. Afterwards I started a tradition where I take her out for a milk shake just her and the girls. No brothers. Strawberry (pink) milkshake & also got marsbar cheesecake. I'll have a joint birthday party this Sunday (they agreed) then it'll be over -momentarily... So, I had a lot to say afterall. I hope you all had a chilled out, relaxing day. Our Amalia has always been a challenge to capture on film so this is the best of what I got:
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