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Yep, it’s been one of those afternoons.

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We’ve been visiting this beautiful horse for some time now – here he is in our last project.

There’s something magical about horses isn’t there? That little timid girl from my the last project was timid no more and when I said she could gently pat his nose, she went straight in for a smooch! Wasn’t too pleased when he decided to smooch back

His name is Isaac she tells me

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Tonight was the opening night of a very special exhibition, Scar Stories, that some of my photographs are featured in (the photo above the children for example). In hindsight I should have found someone to watch my children so I could mingle and enjoy the evening instead of stressing excessively and chasing two little ones around.

When Peach was small I took her everywhere with me, and I wouldn’t have thought twice about taking her to a cafe or an adults evening like this. I have to remember that I a) no longer just have one child and I b) have a son. The combination of which is quite disastrous to any event that does not involve free roaming and touching.

I asked Peach to stay with me while we were there and she said “I can’t mum, I’ve got to go work” and when questioned on what this ‘work’ was she said as if it was obvious “I’ve got to go talk to everyone!”. So I am glad someone got to mingle

(The exhibition is still on at the Bleeding Heart gallery in Brisbane city if you want to pop in and check it out).

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While bored, a long time a go, Errol and I began musing what our children’s most likely careers would be based on what we knew of them.  Without me even finished the question Errol blurted out “Priya – ENTERTAINER!”. She hasn’t changed at all.

Little Peach loves to put on a good show and I won’t lie, we love to watch them.

Today it was time for another Kimbra concert (surprise! still a big Kimbra fan and still hasn’t stopped telling me about her best friend she met). I find it so sweet that she insists on giving us quite  a spiel before each performance. Today she introduced herself as “Little Kimbra and I am 16″ before going on to describe in great detail the pink house she lives in that has a pool with magic water.

I also love that no matter how many times she’s listened to the song and how many times I’ve helped her with the lyrics she still can’t get past the first verse Bless her.

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Dear Peach,

When I was little, not much bigger than you are now, I used to love having my hair ragged.

My mama would sit me down and comb out my hair, twisting and tying strips of calico to hold it in place. My heart would race with excitement that in the morning I’d look like Annie or Shirley Temple. It didn’t matter so much that it was nearly impossible to find a comfortable place for my head that night – I was busying dreaming about my lovely curls that would be there by morning. Little fingers would poke into the roll checking the hair was all dry before my mama would let me unroll them and unleash my soft and messy curls.

So today when you turned to me while watching Annie for the umpteenth time and said “I want curls in my hair too” some long-lost  longing inside of me was very pleased.

And as we sat in the lovely afternoon light twisting and tying strips of calico into your hair, I was reminded again how incredibly lucky I am to have you, my little girl. I feel incredibly blessed to be able to share my favourite memories with you.