And This is how you Have a Lady Gaga Party
Happy Birthday lovely Karina.
Thanks for having me at your party!
♥
sk8er boi
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This is Samuel. He is my nephew. He tried roller skating for the very first time at his big brother Nicholas’ birthday party.
I’ve never seen a person fall over as many times in a row as he did. Honestly, it was worse than the result of strapping a hotwheels car to each of a newborn giraffe’s hooves (not that I have actually ever tried doing that).
What gets me, is the fact that although he was frustrated as all heck that he kept thudding onto the hard floor on his tailbone, he still maintained a quiet giggle throughout the whole ordeal.
Geez – if it were me, and I fell over even once, I can assure you there would be tears. And lots of them.
Hoorah for raising resilient children.
x jessica
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happy birthday non-baby
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Dear Nicholas,
Today you are nine freaking years old. Just for the record, nobody said you could be nine. And nobody said you could grow up so fast.
You are obsessed with anything ‘Army’ (which we are all hoping you’ll grow out of – very promptly), anything rated ‘MA’ (even if we just put a ‘MA’ sticker on a ‘PG’ rated movie), your favourite word is ‘fedouchiary’ – which you adapted (from ‘fiduciary’) in collaboration with your little brother Samuel and cousin Jay.
See definition:
fedouchiary
\ fe-DOOSH-ee-ary \ , noun;
1. A person who is believed to be very silly.synonyms: idiot, doof, baffoon…
As has been the case since the day you were born, you still insist on taking all of your clothes off at almost any given opportunity; regardless of the location, i.e. the glass-walled inner city building that I work in. You’ll try any kind of food at least once, you eat tuna like a cat, and absolutely still squawk like a banshee.
You’re a terrible liar. But you still give it your best shot. Daily. Seriously kid, you tell the biggest porkies. Your area for growth is in the department of cover-up.
You are really super gentle and loving with babies, especially your little cousin Sydnee. I am also delighted that you are still totally into snuggling on the couch, and giving really good hugs, as well as the odd smooch on the cheek.
You often come into my room and give me toys, scrunched up bits of paper, paper clip sculptures, and the like. You are really thoughtful, and quite emotionally clever. You know how to get under people’s skin, and equally well, you know how to make people feel good about themselves.
I think that when you grow up, you’re destined to be ridiculously good-looking, and either a concert photographer, or just a rockstar in general.
Regardless, I hope you grow up knowing just how much your family adores you.
Your auntie,
Jessica x
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it’s your party baby – cry if you want to
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Today you are two years old.
I imagine that it can be very frustrating having all these feelings and not having the words to describe them.
Thank you for turning toward the camera when I asked you if I could take a picture of you crying. You are a very willing model!
Although you look as though you are in a fit of poignant desperation, you were only crying because we came back and sat under the verandah to get away from the bitey sun; you wanted to stay out there sticking your head into the grass.
You were off smooshing playdoh into the pavement and sneakily shovelling more chocolate contriban into your mouth mere seconds later.
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my deliciously awkward family
Every so often, it hits me that I am now a ‘grown up’. I certainly don’t feel like a grown up. No way.
But one of the things I enjoy about being a grown up, is the fact that you get to make your own family traditions.
I like that for every birthday that any of us have, it will always involve a costume party (fabulous, or otherwise).
Samantha, my sister in law, (actually, from now on, I am just going to refer to her as just ‘sister’ – It’s too annoying to have to add in the ‘in law’ bit all the time. Plus, I feel like she is my sister) had her birthday party the other weekend. I was busy working that day, so I did miss half of it, but my lovely husband Dana was keen as mustard to take all the photos, so I wouldn’t miss out!
Some of the photos that I am going to show you today I am actually a little bit embarrassed about. At least one of them would definitely be awkwardfamilyphotos.com worthy.
So, in slight advance, I do hope that I do not offend your eyeballs. And please accept this as my language and concept warning. You see, my awesome brother David, decided it would be funny to attend the party dressed in a terrorist costume.
Come on now, if anyone could tell me they have seen a more awful costume, I’d be pretty surprised!
We are really a family full of awkward. Two whole fistfuls of it. And I’d not change it for the world.
All photos taken by my beautiful husband Dana.
And now for the awkwardandhorrible…
And for something totally redeeming…
Happy birthday Sam.
xx
