It’s about Z. She’s five.
For me, this youngest-child-turns-five marks the transition from young fam to older fam.
We still can’t get down the driveway without someone screaming, but our kids are almost helpful.
I’m sad that there are no more to join our crew, but our crew are never dull.
She’s so independant.
She could probably start a side business on the farm.
It’s not about me anymore. It’s brats like me.
Too many brats at your place!! And they are all so God-help us- beautiful . How will you cope. LOVE it! Now is the time to start planting the spiky cactus plants underneath the bedroom windows.. Puts the boys off! Old NZ remedy! c
OOOoooo I’m on it!!
Can’t start too soon – it also makes it harder to climb out the window in the dead of night! Not that I would do something like that of course.. I had to use the Front Door because of those damn cacti! c
Z has that French fashion sense down pat. Oh and she is pretty adorable too.