My Baby has turned 12!

Wow - I am still kindov in shock - my little ginger fuzzed baby was born 12 years ago - all skinny limbs and blue eyes and that beautiful strawberry blond hair! What on earth was I going to do with you - even though I had you in my mid-twenties (young by women today) - I still felt confident, and unsure; mature and totally helpless; ready and not ready.

You are my first-born, my starter child, the baby that made me fall-in-love with babies, my pride and joy, my daughter.

Oh they grow up so quick - I don't feel that different to 12 years ago; how come you are so different! A young girl who is quickly becoming a young woman, right before our eyes - getting independent, getting cheeky, frustrated and screeching one minute and smiling and remembering to breath the next!

I love that on one hand; she still sleeps with her favourite toy 'Pony' (Her Pride and Joy) which she kisses goodnight and always demands a kiss goodnight from us too (thank goodness!) and then on the other side of girlhood; puts on her jewellery and prances out the door with her friends and all of their matching tote bags, with barely a look back at her poor neglected mother.

She is a most natural dancer - beautiful in ballet - exciting in jazz - rhythmic, musical, flowing, beautiful arm placement and strong pointed feet - just divine to watch.

She is a smart girl - fantastic at maths - it just seems to click with her - creative, imaginative, sensitive, dramatic, shy, confident, rude, polite, loves to dress in white, loves to play with her hair and fashions, tidies her room, plays the flute, bickers with her sister; just a typical girl! And a Red-Haired one at that!!

Gaggle of Girls at a Lazer Fun House!

The Tea Cup Biscuits are always a Hit! (Thanks Darl!)

They were gone in a flash!