I thought so.
So, it's official. I am 28. And it's ok internets. I'm ok - both physically and emotionally. In fact - I almost like the new found responsibility of adultness that being 28 brings. I feel important now.
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| Our little family after one of two birthday dinners. |
Kind of.
Did I mention I'm lucky enough to share my birthday with my niece? She turned seven. So work that out - she totally crashed my twenty-first birthday.
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| See, two cakes! |
Best present ever.
And now we get to have two cakes at our birthday celebration each year. How lucky is that? This year the choice was strawberry sponge, or chocolate mud with blueberries and raspberries. Fresh ones. How spoilt is that?
What made it extra special and exciting though was being able to share it with my Great Uncle Stewart, and Great Aunty Rosemary. They are both from England and picked the best time of year to visit Australia (my birthday and everything). It was the first time I had met them, and within hours I was deeply deeply sad. Like black hole, pit in the stomach sadness. Because I love them. To pieces - and they are not staying.
How sad is that?
The thing is, my dad's dad left them when they were teenagers. After immigrating to Australia from the UK. And they haven't seen him since (except a few, small months in the 80's when I was just a baby). I've never met him. I've never known my dad's side of the family except his mother and his brother. But that's it.
Do you know how honestly weird it is to see another man, so much like my dad? Like SO much like my dad? It's bloody scary, that's what it is. They have similar mannerisms, they look the same, they have such similar tastes (ok, well Stewart has very quickly told me that he doesn't share the science fiction obsession...which, is fair enough. Not many do.). I think my dad is the best person in the world. The nicest person in the world. Even Adam said that (which is saying something because he's quite a bitch really).
Sometimes I wonder if it's because he was hurt so deeply by his own dad, maybe that's why he's such a good dad. But then I think, No Way. You can't try to be that good, you just are. It's in your DNA. So to meet someone like Stewart and his beautiful wife - well, I was blown away. Possibly the second nicest man in the world.
(disclaimer: I think Adam is nice, but he's not the nicest man in the world. He makes up for it in sex appeal, humour and his ability to gossip like a woman).
So I felt completely privileged to share my day with them. AND - they totally got me a present - and they picked perfectly a lace scarf for someone they have never met. See? Told you they were awesome.
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| Stewart and My brother Ash...comparing cuteness.. |
Speaking of awesome
Seque
We took the kids to a 20-20 match at Adelaide Oval. I have never been to one, and - well I did go to one day of the Ashes. And 20-20 is SO much more fun.
If you haven't been to one, it's like a toned down version of Football because
A. you can breathe - no holding your breath till the siren
B. You can drink in your seats and it doesn't have to be West End. That's important, even if you are designated driver and have one light beer the whole night.
C. It's hot, which is why B is important. How fabulous is watching sport in the heat! Love it.
D. They play music at every bowl. Like every time they send that roundness down the pitch they play a different song. Admittedly only about 20 seconds of each, but hey - it's like a jukebox of memories, each one reminding me of songs I hadn't heard for years and downloaded off Itunes when we made it home.
Speaking of songs, they threw a couple of nursery rhyme type affairs in there. I love how an entire stadium will sing 'If you are happy and you know it clap your hands'. Do you know how stoked the kids were?
Then they played "hokey pokey". Less awesome.
Tilly continued singing it for the ENTIRE GAME. Really loudly. And even got down to singing 'You put your eye in, you put your eye out... ' well...you get the gist. Cute for the first five minutes. Mind numbingly irritating for the next two hours.
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| This is her eye 'shaking all about'. |
Complete subject change...last night I had dinner at my sisters place (cooked by me, because Im a lovely sister like that. Sometimes.) We had so much fun playing with my shopping basket, and Sophie. Because she's the easiest baby in the world and let's us do all sorts of stupid things with her, and she doesn't even bat an eyelid.
Didn't I talk about responsibility and twenty-eight and all that?
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| Trying to carry her on my head - well pretending too. |
So yeah, that's me. I am loving this summer holiday. I have been sewing up a storm, which, by the way is made totally exciting when you get Spotlight vouchers...what to buy! I've been beaching and visiting and sleeping and catching up on Packed to the Rafters on DVD. All the fun, lazy things in life. Love it.
Happy Summer days x
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