So at about this time, 21 years ago, I was standing in a maternity ward surrounded by babies, one of them belonging to me. My eldest daughter, Kimba, had her 21st birthday yesterday.
We would have been taught how to bath them by this time. Bath them without letting them slip away. Because they're slippery little buggers babies. You always hear a lot of talk about how babies find baths very relaxing. But I never found it to be that way. From the moment you took Kimba's singlet off to the moment you put a fresh one back on her, she screamed and thrashed through the whole bath experience.
But she was a nice little baby. Didn't need to be constantly amused or entertained. Was just happy to hang around with me and the cats and dogs.
Here she is with her father and uncle at about 4 weeks old. Sharing some ribs and beer. (Where's docs when you need them!)
And here she is pretty in pink
And playing it cool in the frog dress and some cool sunnies
So we had a bit of a party last night. And let me just say that Jem and I went off on the Singstar. Expect to see us soon in a town near you in our FABBA tribute band. Isn't it funny how all those ABBA lyrics have stayed in your head just waiting for a chance to get out.
Jems son celebrates his birthday today, he's 11. So last week I said – ok, we'll get a dually cake for them. And everyone went – who's Julie? So thats why the cake says to the julies. Well actually it says too the Julies.
And as you can see she has grown into a charmer.
So happy birthday to Kimba. Hope the next 21 years pass by a bit slower than that lot. Really has flown by.
I'm off to poke about the fridge for a while. I'm very lucky that I have one friend who makes the best potato bake you'll find and another who makes the best caesar salad. And there are big plates of both in the fridge.