A Very Colourful Party

There are actually very few words I can find that would be able to explain to you just how happy this day made me and my family. It was full of women who love my girls as their own, men who have shown my family an incredible amount of support and love, old friends who remind me of who I am, new friends who love us unconditionally, young children who are becoming like family, and family who are always there. 

Each time I think about the smiles on my girls faces across the day, my heart explodes. It was an incredible day that was so full of love, celebration, support and warmth. My family is unbelievably lucky to have these people in our lives. I have come from a background of very minimal support, but today, my families lives are full to the brim of people who would lay down for us if we needed them to.

My girls are blessed to have many, many people in their lives that love them with such intense fire and passion. Not only do they have their parents that will always and forever love them unconditionally, they are lucky enough to have many other adults, who have become adoptive family, who will be there for them in any way that they need (in any way that we may not be able to). They have friends who fill their days with great friendship and laughter. They have love.

I can not be any more grateful or ecstatic.

The party was perfect. I could continue to babble all about my emotions but we would be here all day. So I will leave you with a million photos instead.

The party theme was 'A colourful party' with a warning 'Dress for a paint fight'.

It was simple and yet extremely effective. I did not have to put a great deal of effort into any aspect of the day as I knew the paint fight would be the main attraction.

Friends of mine sat with me and helped make them paper chain backdrop, the only decorations of the day. I think outsourced the catering with a wonderful friend. Anthony and I baked the cake. I was able to source some great art supplies at $2 shops to make an art pack as the lolly bag (they cost about $2.70 a bag). We purchased 30 squirters from Kmart and then a few bottles of poster paint. We premixed the paint with water and filled buckets. We filled water bombs with paint and water and we laid out paint in foils roasting pans with sponges. This gave the kids (and adults) many different ways to be involved in the paint fight, but the squirters were by far the most favourite weapon of choice.

The art packs each included 10 pencils, a small tub of paint, a paint brush, a glitter glue pen, a note pad and some colourful paper with mini pegs. The children that were Evies age each got a pair of scissors.

Oh and a freddo frog for good measure. They were a hit! I received many photos afterwards of the kids at home, covered in paint, painting with their new supplies. 

The girls absolutely loved it, their friends had a great morning and I had the best fun ever organising it and watching it all come together. 

Thank you to all of our wonderful and incredible friends for making it what it was, without your presence, our hearts wouldn't be as full.

We love you

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Boo Boo ~ 28 Weeks

Time has been going by so fast that I have barely had a moment to think about how I feel about carrying my third child. The pregnancy itself has been so easy on me in comparison to the girls pregnancies and up until recent weeks I was not showing all that much, so it has been quite easy to get swept up in the week and push the pregnancy to the back of my mind.

These last few days it has dawned on me that we are only a matter of weeks away from completing our family. Our last ever child to be carried within my tummy, last child to be birthed, to be raised. It occurred to me how terribly empty that makes me feel. I have loved watching my body grow to accommodate the lives of my cherished loved ones. I love the way pregnancy makes me feel beautiful, I love the strength and power that birth gives me. To think that we are making an active decision to not go through another pregnancy is unthinkable for me at the moment.

I have found it fascinating that throughout my pregnancy with Zalia I was so deeply concerned about how I was going to possibly have two children, however, throughout this pregnancy I do not feel concerned or fearful. I have such a strong understanding now that with every child born, you love them just the same. I have a confidence that my two Daughters will adapt and this baby boy will be accepted into this family with a strong and passionate love. I don't find myself feeling guilty with this pregnancy like I did the last. I have learnt with Zalias life that the life of this baby will only bring joy and happiness into our home. There will be no negative impact on my children, my family, my house. 

My emotional state has been so much stronger throughout this pregnancy. With Evelyn's and Zalia's I found myself to be so fragile, everything was an uphill battle and I was constantly on the verge of tears. But this pregnancy has not effected the way I have been able to run my life. I am busy with the lives of my Daughters, I am studying at University, I am babysitting 3 times a week and I am building some of the best friendships Ive ever known. Life seems so positive and up at the moment. Pregnancy seems easy. My family is strong. 

I am so completely blessed to have fallen pregnant the way I did and to be in the situation I am in. I have not taken that for granted, even once. I am over the moon excited for this baby to arrive. To have a boy to join my little family and to fill our house with laughter, family and love. I can only imagine how much love there is going to be in this household and I cannot wait!

Baby Blue, Boo Boo, I do love you
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