Orla had her sixth birthday party on Saturday and it was fab, fab, fab. We held it at the local sports centre, and included soft play, squashy blocks, mad shapes, a bouncy castle, all sorts, plus a couple of Daddy’s chasing all the littleuns around. My sisterinlaw and niece came to help. Luke did all the food to his usual excellence. Orla thoroughly enjoyed it and was very well behaved and gracious. The only ownership she displayed was over her cake.
It was a tiring but lovely day. Here a some photos…


On Saturday, our little girl Orla celebrated her sixth Birthday. An exciting and fun filled event for her, and a poignant and deeply meaningful one for Daddy and me. It’s been a hectic, fun, terrifying, exhausting, joyful, wonderful, terrible, fantastic and eventful, journey. This little person whom our lives revolve around, and we could not live without her.
We reminisced the night before of the events of six years ago. The tricky pregnancy, the joys, the fears and expectations. Then, the mad dash to hospital, the 21 hour labour and nightmare epidural that ultimately resulted in an emergency c-section where my lovely husband sat and watched his wife be operated on for six hours, whilst clutching his baby girl and wondering what the future would hold for them both, possibly without me. Not the labour we both hoped for, harrowing for the most part, but some laughs were had. Then the long recovery; colic, then teething, her illnesses and on an on and on and on and on and on. It’s been quite a journey to say the least.
And, we would do it ALL again in a heartbeat….oh yes we would. Happy Birthday my Orla, we love you.
P.s. I will write up her birthday party in the next post.
There is nothing that will lift the spirits of the great British public quicker after a long, cold, wet and interminably grey winter tham some blue sky and a little sun.

Today, Orla and I met up with family friends, Simon, Nicky and Ella for an afternoon in the village park, and Simon brought Ella’s kite. Watching the girls fly the kite, run round the park, their faces glowing with healthy exercise and laughter cheered me up more than I can express.
Orla’s ballet show was on Saturday at Chichester Festival Theatre. Two shows a matinee and evening performance. Orla’s group were bunnies in the ‘Peter Rabbit’ piece. We were there from 10.00 am until 9.00 pm.
Exciting, exhausting, frustrating and wonderful, it was a very long day, but all in all a good one. Here is a little picture I snapped with my mobile. I am using this one for my 52 Weeks project. It was the only one that didn’t show the faces of the other children (thereby protecting their privacy) and also I was so bloody busy (as a chaperone tidying, organising, feeding, taking to the toilet, dressing costumes, entertaining and keeping in line a big group of very little girls), I didn’t have time to take any more.

Orla acquitted her self very well. Alas I did not see the show, as I was needed backstage more. But, Daddy saw both shows. Lots of ‘freestyling’ from Orla apparently. Our friend Carol came to see Orla dance and told me she was a little star, as they all were.
The dance school only put on the show ever two years (thank God). Will I do it again? Who knows, probably. It was certainly an experience and I was able to get to know some of the others Mothers better, which was good (as Daddy does the Saturday ballet run generally).
The most important thing though, was that Orla had a wonderful time and thoroughly enjoyed herself, and that made it all worthwhile for me.

Orla’s Ballet Shoes:
Today for most of the day, I was a chaperone at the big rehearsal for Orla’s Ballet school show, which takes place next month. It was hectic to say the least; little dancers, big dancers, lots of Mums, some Dads, games, excitement and lots of running about, while rehearsals took place on the stage. The show is a pretty big deal, as it is taking place at the Chichester Festival Theatre, and is only staged every two years. There are two performances; a matinee and an evening performance.