The one who is currently enjoying your 6am starts to the day, nap fighting and insistence that I lie next to your de-sided cot big girl bed while you fall asleep, never mind that that can take an hour and a wierd form of cuddling that will become rather difficult as my belly expands.  And that’s before you join us in bed before the night is out.

Happy belated birthday my darling one, my five word sentence speaking, colour recognising, counting to ten-ing,  velcroed to Mummy cuddle adoring, fully fledged “I don’t want it don’t like it” tantrum throwing, ownership obsessed, almost weaned, sister adoring, pretty dress and garbage truck/digger loving and newly minted owner of lower jaw two year old molars little big girl.

Our lives are so much the richer for you being here.  Love you to the moon and back.

And of course the obligatory photos..in colour for a change..

Blowing out the candles on Mummy’s slack preggo chick cake effort number one:

And a week later, A’s carefully decorated lolly cake for our mother’s group party:

And a silly shot.  Just because:

(Should have thought to get you some Spiderman accoutrement just like your big sister. Instead you’ve settled for  a Wiggles wiggly guitar amd the world’s most freakishly realistic baby doll. You’re a funny one.)

The hissychicks have partied hard tonight, having an early dinner at a bowling club where the majority of our dinner companions were octogenarians and unsurprisingly we were the first to bail.  A had endured repeated attempts at conversation, and, worse still,  requests for kisses from old wrinkly and therefore scary people she had never met before and her coping mechanisms included a complete lack of table manners and the use of mildly blasphemous phrases. E sat in her high chair for the ten nanoseconds it took her to inhale some chicken nuggets before spending the rest of dinnertime climbing up and down the club entrance ramps and steps, her father in tow.

Yep. In keeping with tradition another craptastic NYE.  Not quite as bad as my first one with mr hissychick, during which I may or may not have been so drunk by about 10 pm that he was holding back my hair as I vomited and cried as he lied as to my wherabouts when friends and family called, but up  there.  And certainly nowhere near as shite as some of the ones prior to that, details of which I won’t reveal here lest my beloved husband be lurking…

Bugger it, I’m going to have that glass of sauv blanc and the third piece of chocolate before my cliche ridden new year’s resolutions to ditch the junk and lose some jelly belly kick in tomorrow.  Wild times.

Have a great NYE everyone.

First birthday present:

(OK, I cheated, that was an early birthday present and photo taken last week.)

First birthday present received today:

First birthday cake (and here I break my own rules so you can see said cake in full colour):

First candle to blow out:

You have brought us so much joy my darling girl. Wishing you a future filled with love and happiness. Thank you so much for choosing me to be your mother and allowing me to revel in the sheer delight that is you.

Happy 1st birthday E.

And one last thing…..

First romantic gesture of the day from mr hissychick**:

* From 7:30pm to 7:20 am when A came into the bedroom to wake us all, with a self resettle at 9:30 pm and a quick wake and feed at 10:30 pm. Sheer bliss. Oh for a repeat tonight….

** Somewhat tempered by the “Happy surviving squeezing out a puppy and the first year thereafter” that accompanied said bouquet.

My mini blogging break* is over, and I am hoping that I am now sufficiently clear of mind to recommence blogging with gusto, eloquence, wit and vigour.

I’ll stop laughing when you do.

Anyway, a good fun and chocolately Easter was had by mr and mrs and the little hissychicks.  Both A and I may or may not have commenced each morning since with a chocolate fix from our stash (look away fun police, look away!). E, although having missed out on a direct hit of the good stuff has had some interesting nappies of late which I am sure have absolutely nothing to do with my consumption of all things cocoa based (ahem).

I also had me a birthday in there. And if I do say so myself, I’m doing rather fabulous for 29 **.  My talented husband, under the strict guidance of the threenager, created a spectacular birthday cake, the rather aptly named “Princess Shazza”.  Behold the cake in all its tizzy glory:

Although the pic is more impressive in colour I’m not going to break with my B and W tradition just yet. Suffice to say that the Princess was suitably pink and sparkly and perky, much like myself of course.

And that is where I will leave you for now folks.   I may have had my break, but still need to get that mojo happening. Chocolate anyone?

* Naturally I couldn’t keep myself away from the www the whole time as that would have meant interacting with the real  world. I have done a fair bit of lurking but not commenting on various blogs near and dear to my heart. I will pop in and comment soon folks, I promise.

** Plus three. Boo hiss.

Mr hissychick: Charli has left Hi5! Whatever shall we do? (The latter being one of A’s favourite phrases).

Me: Why? A is so not wearing a Hi5 tshirt today.

Mr hissychick: Because after 10 years it ‘was time’. They are now Hi-2.

Me: Funny how the two remaining original members are the ones who could have split the band when they broke off their engagement. I reckon Charli is up the duff.

Mr hissychick: Nope- she wants to be an actress, may even go to NIDA lol

Me: You know I always hated her and now I have a valid reason.

We are a match made in heaven.

In other news:

A has been using the word dodgy in correct context. As in “No thanks Mum, that pikelet looks a bit dodgy. I’ll have that one over there please”.

Here is a gorgeous photo of my party girl in action last weekend. Only one more 3rd birthday party to go tomorrow (We hope).

E brought her sister’s Dora toy kitchen crashing down this afternoon, narrowly escaping injury by managing to have her head safely enclosed in the fridge door. And do you know what she did? She laughed. I’ve said it before and I will say it again: we are so in for it with the pixie. The same pixie who is trying to crawl and stand, quite often at the same time. Have you ever seen a baby try to crawl by straightening out both legs and lurching forward in a downward dog type yoga pose?

Here is a cute shot of E at the same party as her big sister, happily chewing on a balloon string, potential for choking be damned. My wide eyed girl sure does love balloons, cooing to them in a manner somewhat akin to calling the mothership.

Have a great weekend y’all.

You’d be wrong.

Inlaws have just left and builder is coming at an obscenely early time tomorrow morning to knock down the glass wall of death between our dining and lounge rooms.

So it will all have to wait for now folks. Thanks for your comments and emails and sorry for not responding but you know how it is….

And just so you know:

• The butterfly cake was a success ( well deserved hissyfit at mr hissychick notwithstanding)
• I am rather proud of the fact that E has reversed her birthweight digits at seven and a half months, now weighing in at a very respectable 9.2 kg. Moooooooooooooooooooooo!

Until next time i bid you a fond adieu.

And let’s not forget the cake, the butterfly cake, the BUTTERFLY cake that miss A has been telling all and sundry about, the one she keeps gazing at as she excitedly pores over the Women’s Weekly Kids Cake book yet again (“and for Daddy’s birthday we’ll make the one that looks like Daddy” , pointing at a cake eerily reminsicent of a rather wierd looking punk. Perfect for mr hissychick’s 40th later this year. But I digress.)

E seems rather keen on celebrating her sister’s birthday by blowing endless raspberries, much to her own and A’s delight. Not to mention mine, as there is nothing quite so appealing as my delicious litle baby deliberately poking her tongue out and making a rather loud PPPPLLLLPPPP sound as cascades of drool escape from her chin and into the folds of her deliciously chubby neck.

Anyway. Preparations are in full swing and I am excited for my little big girl. She is so looking forward to her party and I hope that it meets her expectations. Which at three are simply for some forbidden treat foods, a play with her friends and a few pressies to unwrap. There’s a lesson in that for us adults. Maybe.