Ab-Fab, Absolutely Fabulous, Miss Fab: that's where my girl gets her blog name. It used to be Princess. Ah, but somehow this name just suits her so much better. We actually call her Miss Fab in real life. Because she is Fab. Fabulous, darling.
A fashion icon. A girl of definite style. She knows what she likes and what she doesn't (this is what she wore to watch her brother's football match on Saturday... totally her own choosing.)
A girl of action. Too much sitting around drives her bonkers. She's craves social contact, she thrives on interaction. A rainy day stuck at home while daddy works on the weekend...? Up the walls!
So what does she do? She says, let's go outside and pile up the leaves and jump in them!
So that's what we do, me in my slippers; Scrag in his choo-choo boots. Um no. Actually we couldn't find those. I think he MAY have been in bare feet. Gulp.
Did you know it's winter here in New Zealand? Not cold though. Just a bit soggy. See, she's stripping off those layers...?!
After fun with leaves comes...
...climbing trees. Oh she is fab at climbing. A regular monkey; she has no fear of heights. Our climbing tree is pathetically small, but she makes the best of it.
Then it's time for an acrobatic display on the trampoline. Oh my.
I had no idea she had gotten so good.
Now I am feeling really really guilty that I never got around to signing her up for gymnastics this term. Next term, I promise.
And now, tonight - she lost her first Tooth. It's under her pillow in a pretty pink bag, waiting for the Tooth Fairy.
There was bleeding and tears when it came out. I felt like crying myself.
My baby girl! She's growing up.
For all that her air-raid siren-outbursts make me want to scratch my eyes out from the pain, at times, she is usually the most loving, sweet little girl. Tonight she wrapped herself around me and whispered in my ear "I love you M-U-M!" She's learning to spell. Losing her teeth. Turning six next month. Growing up.
Happy-sad. Bitter-sweet. So I'd better make the most of now.
