Chelsea’s vocation

On Wednesday after ballet, Chelsea and I went to pick up Sienna from daycare (Chelsea’s old daycare). Chelsea was still dressed in her tutu with her hair up – of course a group of girls flocked over to have a look, some of them she knew from last year. She stood in front of them and said: “I turned out to be a ballerina”.
Who would’ve thought, after all these years…

Hush little baby...

Chelsea’s lullaby to Sienna:

Baby Jesus don’t you cry
Papa’s going to buy you a knocking bird
If that knocking bird knocks away
Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring
If that diamond ring falls down
Papa’s going to buy you a billy goat
If that billy goat runs away
Papa’s going to buy you a …(insert farm animal)
…etc etc (which all ‘runs away’)

My little angel after swimming

Reading with Sienna

I read Sienna FOUR pages of a book today - that is a record. I think there were approx 4 words per page.

Then we tried:
‘What does a cat say?’
‘meeeeooowoww’
‘Good! what does a dog say?’
‘meeeeoooooww’
‘No, a dog says woof. What does a cow say?’
‘woof! woof!’
Okay. ‘I know, let’s go and play with the ball outside!’
Reading time over.

The invite...

Chelsea’s 5th birthday party

At Newmarket Pool… with Joshua, Ben, Jessica, Isabelle, Loren, Brayden, Amelia and Sienna.

Scary dreams

Chelsea was telling me that she sometimes has bad, scary dreams.
I told her it’s our imagination playing tricks on us and they’re not real.
She thought about this then said “I’m glad I’m not Bindi (Irwin), ‘cause she lives at Australia Zoo.”
“Oh. And…?”
“And dreams come true at Australia Zoo!”