Our little Princess

 

For a few months Kirsten was desperate to cut her hair short. As it was so long, I asked her to wait until she was very sure.

While we were waiting, she discovered that it was possible to donate her hair. After some research, Kirsten chose a charity who provide wigs to children who have lost their hair through cancer or other illness.

We also discovered that it costs the charity around £350 to provide one wig. So our kind hearted girl asked if she could be sponsored to cut her hair to raise the money to provide a wig.

 

I have to admit I was slightly nervous, I was worried she had put too much pressure on herself, but I was there to support her fully and allowed her to lead the way and it led us to a lovely sunny day in February.

Marissa, our hairdresser, was amazing. She made Kirsten feel so special and relaxed.

 

As soon as we arrived my nerves disappeared, Kirsten felt only excitement. She couldn't wait to get started.

 

Finally it was time to start cutting and look at her wee happy face.

 

Love those golden locks.

 

Each strand was at least 11 inches long.

 

Marissa treated our girl to a fancy wash and blow dry.

My heart was bursting.

 

She loved her new hair! She never stopped grinning the whole time.

 

GC had sneaked down earlier with some celebratory flowers for Miss K.

It just finished off this fantastic experience perfectly.

 

And in the end she raised over £700 for the little Princess fund , which is enough to provide

two wigs and those gorgeous golden locks will go towards another.

 

I am so proud of that girl x

Hibernating.

One of my favourite things about the festive season are those precious days in between Christmas and New year where we hunker down and hibernate.

Those days where we play with new toys and wear our new clothes.

Enjoy post birthday , birthday treats with christmas pennies at our disposal.

And brunch with cousins.

Those oh so precious family moments.

Yes please 2013, I would like lots more of those xxx

And so it came.

Most Christmas mornings start with Murray and I waiting for the kids to wake up. We are always too excited to sleep.

This year as we woke up we became aware that Miss K hadn't been awake at all in the night. This is most unusual.

I squeaked the door, I flushed the toilet. Everything.

No hurrying footsteps to be heard.

Seeing as K had had a temperature at bedtime, I was really worried that she had worsened overnight,  so I sneaked in heart pounding to a dark and silent room.

I crouched down and kissed a very cool cheek and heard a beautiful deep sigh as our girl turned over and snuggled back in.

That moment, that precious sigh was my favourite gift this Christmas.

Finally those footsteps came hurrying to our room with hqnds clutching stockings stuffed to the brim.

Even Emmy's stocking was full

Miss K was so touched that Santa would bring a lovely snowglobe for Emmy.

and Emmy just loved it.

Getting to spend time with Joseph on Christmas day was another precious gift.

Look at that smiling relaxed lady! Enjoying spending time with her favourite people without ANY stress!

And Christmas dinner cooked by someone else?

Bliss.

Some of us may have eaten so much that we immediately crashed on the couch and snoozed for a whole hour.

Christmas Bliss.