Lizzie turns sixteen today.
Happy Birthday Miz Liz.
Funny how the two older kids just sort of get older and you don't think much of it, but when you realise The Baby is old enough to drive a car, well thats just come too fast.
Of course I remember the day she was born, because Daz and I stood on the verandah and had a fight at about 3am in the morning. My friend who had come to stay with Kimba and Lloyd had to come out and say – now now kids, just go to the hospital. Which was what the fight was about. Daz wanted to go in this old sixties model valiant he had. And I refused to get in the heap of shit. We went in the work truck in the end. Of course when we arrived at the hospital we had forgotten the paperwork so he had to go home again and now I think about it, I bet he drove that bloody valiant back again. Just because he could.
So Lizzie was born at 5.04am and last night she asked me if she could white out that off the record and write that it was 4.04 am, so she could say she was born at 4.04 on the 4th. But that seemed kind of wrong.
Anyway she has bronchitis and an infected ear, her friends are all away at a school excursion and her brother and sister are both away.
She was such a sweet little girl.
Still is really. Most of the time. Don't worry she still has her 16 year old girl moments but on the whole she's a good apple.
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