Adventures at Hilltop

living. dreaming. manifesting.

Family fun at the village sheep fair

Our village had its annual sheep fair today, and my people and I had lots of fun! This is Bea’s fourth sheep fair, and every year is different as she grows, changes and evolves (she was three weeks old during her first sheep fair). Here are some snapshots from our day…

Fairground rides

Fairground rides

Trampoline fun!

Trampoline fun!

Hello, Daddy!

Hello, Daddy!

Boing boing!

Boing boing!

Roarrrrr!

Roarrrrr!

Bric-a-brac family portrait

Bric-a-brac family portrait

Punch and Judy puppet show

Punch and Judy puppet show

Rolling around in the grass...Bea's new favourite sport

Rolling around in the grass…Bea’s new favourite sport

Ice cream – aka 'the sometimes only treat'...

Ice cream – aka ‘the sometimes only treat’…

Little sweet things like this

While I was washing dishes this evening, Steve decided to show Bea some pictures in this book. She loved looking through it, but there was one work in particular that totally captivated her…

(The Dream, Henri Rousseau, 1910 – lo-res image from Wikimedia Commons)

(The Dream, Henri Rousseau, 1910 – lo-res image from Wikimedia Commons)

 

And from these little moments, funny and magical conversations such as these ensue:

Steve: Why is there a sofa in the jungle???
Bea: Why does the lady have no clothes?
Steve: I think maybe it’s because it’s hot and humid in the jungle…
Bea: No. She thinks clothes are silly.

This was just part of their art critique. Bea’s art critique in particular. She loved the lions; she speculated about most of the things in the picture and asked so many questions. She then asked me why I thought the lady had no clothes. I said it’s because there is a waterfall nearby and she went for a swim…and now she’s just resting and drying off… Bea looked like she was mulling over my interpretation; she seemed more convinced by it than Steve’s anyway – hahah! She then proceeded to ask me where the lady’s clothes are if that’s the case…

Little sweet things like this. Every day. I’d love to stamp them in my memory and bottle them forever.

 

Three!

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My dearest lovely Bea…today you are three! Every time your special day comes around, I revisit our birthing story and I marvel at how much you’ve grown and changed in such a short span of time. I’ve changed, too, but in gradual, subtle and less noticeable ways. Today, we went here, and we all had a lovely time in the woodland playground.

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There are so many things and milestones I’d like to always remember about this year. You started nursery; we’re working on potty training fully; you’re gaining more and more confidence every day, in every way. You so love to sing and chat and ask questions (oh. so. very. many. questions!). You love role playing and your imagination is boundless – a constant source of joy and laughter. You love talking to your toy animals and I have to do voices for all of them and let them have conversations with you, regardless of the time of day (sometimes waking me up to do it at around 5 or 6am…). You love crafting, drawing, cutting and colouring. You love playgrounds, running and walking. You love princesses and Frozen. You love dinosaurs, fairies and skulls. You love building and sandpits and carousels and books and reading. You are loud and full of life and energy. You have (big) meltdowns when you are frustrated, hungry or tired. You are sweet, thoughtful, funny, clever and affectionate. You are beautiful and wonderful. You are a joy.

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I love that you march to the beat of your own drum and have your own mind. I admire your fiery and feisty personality, so unlike mine. I love how you stand back, observe, learn and scrutinize. I love when you tell me that we will be ‘best friends forever’, and when you tell me that you will always love me and look after me even when you are BIG. I love how you can’t say the letter ‘S’ at the beginning of some words yet…spoon = poon; small = pall; spike = pike; sparkly = parkly. I love your sweet little voice, which can go so big and so loud when you want it to. I’d love to bottle this small sweet voice and keep it with me forever. I love how you try and give things your best shot; how you ‘practice’.

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I love how you make me a better person. How you make me want to be a better person so that I can give you the best examples possible. So that I can be the best mom I can be for you. Daily. Always. I don’t always succeed, but you don’t seem to mind. I love your forgiveness and acceptance. I love how you push my boundaries and comfort zones. How you make me softer, rounder, harder, but also more yielding and resilient all at the same time. I love how you make me focus on the now, the present, and make me think on my feet; how you make me resourceful and innovative. I love how you make me live, love and enjoy every moment…even though some of these times are truly and utterly frustrating, exhausting, overwhelming and difficult. I love that we always connect, reconnect, forgive and fall back on trust and love. There is always love. So, so much of it.

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Happy 3rd birthday my dear sweet girl – my best teacher and guide. I love you so much. Always, you make me feel so grateful.

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