tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32318747585716745862024-03-06T06:13:19.485+00:00betseyloves** studley & cherub pie*mama to my amazing son Jasper Casey & step mama to my angel Darcey doo* wifey to the most amazing dimple king ever. Happy** Blogging to remember the amazing adventures that overwhelm my heart, my life. So in love with my family 143*Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-20846475771782442017-12-16T22:26:00.003+00:002017-12-16T22:37:46.733+00:00This day I love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: x-small;">There is no truth more telling than a small child's eyes. As I watched you today, privileged to be your aunt & care for you whilst the necessities of labour & recovery are sorted, I saw a different boy emerge. How confident you are when her name is spoken. True to your word that you would kiss her all over & you will love her so much. I had the pleasure of being there when you first met your sister & what a divine moment that was. Truly struck by your mummy holding your sister with the greatest outpouring of "bubba" "mama" whilst you raced to climb the bed they lay on. Gentle as you could be with your sister. Words haven't caught your tongue yet but your eyes said it all Reggie. And in that, my joyful tears fall as you were so perfect. That moment was so perfect. For my dear brother & his wonderful fiance. For me, witnessing the blessing of new light in our family being absorbed by my sweet nephew. And today, waiting so patiently, so eagerly, to surprise mama with your cheeky face on her leaving the hospital. You were so animated by the thought of hiding & so knowing that your mummy would greet you with open arms, her first born. You are loved Reggie. So very much. Today was so wonderful. <br />
And on to my darling Hollie. My lil Queen. Baby, you are immense. The smell of your tiny head with all that dark hair. The weightlessness of an angel in my arms. I cherish & adore you & I'm so very lucky to be your auntie. Christmas came early for us being blessed by you. What a champion your mama is. Her body nurtured you into a bundle of beauty of the most precious kind, like a rare diamond being formed in a far away place. Only one person will truly know the effort it took to give you your strength, your immaculate milky skin formed under her beating heart, your body created by hers. And wow, if I could I'd bottle the feeling I got when I saw your daddy hold you. So you could remember when you are older. How sweet it is to be snuggled by a man who is staring at his tiny daughter as if he has known her longer than anyone. The ease he had, you are & will always be so safe in those arms Hollie. Warning for the future though bubbakins. He cheats at games. He will most definatley tattoo any dolls & barbies you have & will for sure blame you for his reseeding hairline. All being said he will be your biggest cheerleader ever. Welcome lil miss Greenfield. <br />
Here's a big, fat cheers to my family. To the mother & father who created this perfect angel & to the best big brother. 143</span><!--Clip_XXXX_171216_222050_480-->Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-84772255438549707722015-10-22T13:39:00.000+01:002018-07-12T13:10:10.086+01:00post from last week I didnt publish<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Being a step mama, its the hardest thing in the world if Im truly honest. The positives are incredible but the negatives are soul destroying & I know people are quick to believe Im too involved or maybe even from my blog or photos believe I have it all together & maybe that's all Ive shown for so long. But its a bloody rollercoaster that's for sure. We have been so very lucky in that recently we were granted 50/50 custody of Darcey. We have her Saturday evening through to Wednesday morning & I am slowly, exhaustingly (haha)getting used to the double school run, in different towns, half an hour away. Thank fuck for breakfast club. Thankful also for my gorgeous auntie who has dedicated so much time to helping this schedule work for us. Its been immense waking up at 6am to have special moments with daddy, even just brushing their teeth alongside him makes Darcey feel more connected. Breakfasts & dinners together & Gary making it home early a few times to take the cherubs to the park for a kick about. All hearty soul food. All giving & brilliant. Until Darceys mood sees fit to rage. Whether its because her homework has not been started or even prompted & she then only has 2 evenings with us to complete before hand in day. Whether its because shes reminded to wash her hands after dinner or whether its because Jasper has the lego she desires. Pretty standard things for a kid to get cross or strop over I guess but her moods are vicious & so relentless. I fully believed that more time in a stable home would bring her happiness levels up but she has crumbled a little. Her emotions are always so strong when she is happy & content. Shes gorgeously loving to all her family & easy going. But when her moods hit, which can be right in the middle of a super happy time for her, she just is so destructive. It ruins her days as Im sure the negativity of her day is more memorable than her positives. Adventures are stunted & even the promise of a treat cant pull her out of a strop. She could be sullen & sad for hours & its like a switch is set to vacant & mute. Its so troubling to see & we have tried so hard to address this with her mum but to no avail so we have finally spoken with her school to see if she can have some help understanding her emotions & her temperament. Its always been a known with Ducky, its always been there & we deal with it when it arises. But just recently as we have had her so often I noticed the effect it had on Jasper, he just gets so frustrated that yet again Darcey isn't playing, her face is sad & she is stroppy. She can be very manipulative with him which worked in her favour when he was so little but now he has an understanding on her lil ways & he wont have it, so she is seeing for sure that she cant work him how she used to. At the park recently she was being cruel & blocking his way & he got so angry that he just burst into tears & when she straight away said she was so sorry he just screamed & shouted 'Leave me alone'. She knew she had gone too far & hurt one of her bestest friends & tried very hard to make the situation right. But I must say she finally realised he has a limit to her bullshit & she really did look sad she had upset him so much. I explained that if she starts controlling Jaspers happiness then big changes would be put in place as I am so not having his heart tarnished by negativity. I hate that there is a separation in upbringing for them. I hate that they are not from the same lives, they really are for days at a time, the most different of children. I dedicate every day to Jasper, I choose to, I love to & he is so deserving of my all. I do the same for her when she is with us but this is split & the care she has within her mums home is disjointed to our world. So I get her jealousy, insecurities & hurts. But I absolutely don't want anything but amazing memories for Jasper who isn't from a split home & doesn't need the troublesome emotions forced into his environment that is so easy. I don't mean to make it sound like anything other than what it is. Darceys frustrations & insecure behaviour hurt him. He only knows so much love here & when her fractured experiences from her other home absorb negativity into ours it is scary for us. I had an incredible childhood, carefree, loving & very blessed. So I have always promised that for my children. And I do that for always when Ducky is with us, but I cant touch her heart when shes away. I also cant change the hurt she feels when at each home she is always missing someone. At each home she feels abandoned by the other parent. Its such an unfair world for her & being more civil would help her & I would say her moods have become erratic again in the decline of our communication yet again with her mum. We try so hard to do best to benefit Darcey. I have put myself in positions people have told me are plane crazy just to insure she feels secure & happy. I have taken the extra time with Darcey & the hectic routine that followed in my stride & yet still feel slightly open & unprotected by the waves that hit. Im far too quick to believe in people. Im far too quick to believe kind words out of mouths that have said such vulgarities before hand. I want to keep my heart positive, but I am sure to get overwhelmed by my clear failings when things go wrong. Im very hard on myself & wont rest until these anxieties of hers & now mine settle. I trust that again we will be on top of Darceys upsets & she will have fewer days consumed by her stresses. But I do think that maybe additional help is needed for her to be able to express herself. She is hurting & its so hideous to acknowledge that of a teeny girl whos still so easily mesmerized by the thought of mermaid kissed stones & glitter fairies. She truly believes in Santa & that the Avengers are real, why cant she believe she is loved, why cant she know this with all her being. When its <u>SO</u> displayed by us?? Tbc...</span></div>
Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-20313190511426231672015-10-04T00:52:00.002+01:002015-10-04T00:52:30.832+01:00Ducky is 8<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Its nearing 1am & I am not even tired, I have too much in my brain I want to set down here as it has been far too long since I wrote. And an occasion like the special day just passed definitely needs noting. Our sweet cherub pie Darcey doo turned 8. How is that even here already. I have known her since she was 20 months old, so little & chubby. So giggly & robust. So cuddly & warm. She is all legs now, nearly as tall as me, definitely taller than Jojo & Nanna!! We play dot to dot on her freckles & she has more big girl teeth than baby now. What a crazy journey, but wow what a for-filling one. Being a step mama to this cherub has been so hugely rewarding. Although the bad times have been so destructive the good far out-way it & I can honestly say even these days have made us stronger, closer & the hugs so much tighter. She has a way just now where her hugs have so much depth behind them. She hands them out often & they are the most sincere love she shows. I just adore her smiles with those great big teeth gleaming. The constant silly faces & strange poses when being photographed. The jokes she tells that are so unfunny they become funny. The beauty of her happy face when she has made us proud. Its so incredible to be so blessed in life by a sweet child I chose to love through loving my fiancé, he has given me so much in her & himself. Our family is so solid, our love is the rainbow behind every storm, so immensely huge in its qualities to heal. Together or divided I know she feels secure that our love for her is just overwhelmingly incredible. I love you will never be a huge enough statement to contain the feelings that go with thinking of our bubba Duck. 143 sweet girl. Happy birthday to you xx</span></div>
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-28952752767096865222015-07-29T08:03:00.001+01:002015-07-29T08:12:37.274+01:00Jasper turns fiveI write this on the morning of your birthday waiting for you to wake so we can begin your exciting day of fun in London. I have Ducky behind me watching me type & marvelling at the speed in which I do. She is fidgety & impatient wanting you awake so she too can see your presents that are hidden behind rainbow wrapping & glitter sparkle tissue paper. You chose this yourself with cutest desire for "Something sparkly please mummy, like this." My thoughts are so scattered & as always on your birthday I feel emotional & so incredibly proud reminiscing on the wonderful year we have had. The year that you have had, as a four year old.<br />
You have just started your summer holiday after completing your first year of school. What a ride that's been & how many friends you have by years out is just immense. You have been on a few school trips & had my heart pounding at your first 2nativity. You were confidently, preciously amazing. It's been a hard one at times for you too tho Studley. We had a few battles that you so valiantly destroyed. Whilst living through them, I was not so brave but you my incredible little bubble of love, you always pushed for positivity & love. You are my hero. You made our hearts fill up & spill over with pride & happiness every damn day of the struggles. You are my ray of sunshine & moonlight love. No word will ever be accurate to describe my love for you. No words or song or poem feels powerful enough. The feeling & blessing to be your mama is just astounding & incredible. To get to write this post to you, my amazing son. I love & adore you Jasper. I happily say you are my everything. The most beautiful, happy, fun adventure heart. ♡<br />
Your awake now & have devoured your gifts dressed as 'Flash'. Saying "wow" to each one & squielling at the amount of pound coins lined in your card from your cuz Reggie. You have hugged the life out of your new wiggly centipede toy Max already. I have read your new book whilst you play & now it's all about Juggernaut. What a pace to live by. The happiest filled moments. Your truly are an angel studley. I love you. We love you. But hey you know that right!! Haha. Most cherished Bubb ever xxxx 143 birthday boy. ♡♡♡<br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-1153704646558354362015-06-16T19:00:00.000+01:002018-07-12T13:11:26.145+01:00ducky<div style="text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUKrwqwHltisP7cGePTDdOZg7kGgV_5vK0NisnbDSqQM3R2GwNiSlY-oxznLo36m-3okZtbPdIJTgGipHZ2Jbg81jtJEVzLCu1L7vw5qzOzxfFpLjO70zpM_mFfvaLyjpYowXZP8jmRgV/s1600/IMG_20150530_231530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLUKrwqwHltisP7cGePTDdOZg7kGgV_5vK0NisnbDSqQM3R2GwNiSlY-oxznLo36m-3okZtbPdIJTgGipHZ2Jbg81jtJEVzLCu1L7vw5qzOzxfFpLjO70zpM_mFfvaLyjpYowXZP8jmRgV/s200/IMG_20150530_231530.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">My sweet lil cherub has gained confidence & smiles galore again. Im sure the changed access timing & schedule to suit her better & us to see her more has been a massive positive for our sweet girly. She has had a few changes happen that could of been a knock but seem to of occured for the better & this makes me super dooper happy to see her vibrant energy back once again. It still slumps a little with the knowledge of home time looming or the fact that she is aware she still misses important occassions even when its not celebrated until were with her like her daddys birthday back in May. She understands fully her divided home status & schooling etc but will still ask why she cant come. Comstantly having to tell her that plans were not agreed by her mum does upset her so we choose to white lie our way out of some of these such things. It makes her feel more comfortable to not know her mum has declined us extra time for an occasion as it then still creates a negative in her heart against her mother instead of us which obviously also does not sit well with us so we choose to alter truths to help Ducky. She is such a charcater, she is goofy & gangly & just so incredibly loving at the moment & I hope this is through being content. It must be such a struggle for a little to understand why when love is such an important thing in the world that her mum & dad dont hold that feeling between them anymore. To a child seeing love between parents is hugely comforting. I just hope she always in our presence feels strength from our love as her step mama & Daddy. She will grow to seek what her family give her & so I, we, will give her our all always. The massive leaps she is showing us is testament that not all broken families have broken children. She has struggled & Im sure there will be many times again that she will. But for now, our spoirited lil butter bean is awesome, happy, lovable & loved beyond measure. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This week she enjoyed telling studley all about her cuts, bruises & scrapes as a four year old & we looked through old photos of her to show him the picture of her when she had scabs on the her nose just like him. She is nearly as tall as nanna. She learnt to catch a ball which i was kicking to her each time & we tallied 126 on catch which was massively hard considering she was giggling so much. She is so athletic naturally & totally took to the new swingball set Nanna spoilt them with. She read with me. She read to Jaspey. She wanted to hear the story of my first night staying with her at our home when she was a lil ninja barely two year old, who escaped from her cot & woke me in the morning for milk. I woke up to her face right by mine saying "Milk pwease" It scared the hell outta me & she loves this** She has been saving pocket money & can count it up & when we add more pennies she can also count this into pounds & pennies. She is already asking for things for her birthday. And planning her party!! haha x 143</span></div>
Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-58583343023455406642015-06-16T16:47:00.001+01:002015-06-16T17:10:26.315+01:00#meandmine<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I rarely get an oppurtunity of all of my Harrisons looking groomed, happy & in one place together with a friend or family member to play cameraman. The odd family selfie is okay but i find with these I get the green light from the cherubs for 3 seconds of smiles & then its eye rubs & fake grins from Ducky & an impatient Jaspey. It takes my man at least 10 frames before he stops looking like Chandler Bing in photos too so basically its always 'we try', its mainly 'we fail' haha. But this weekend we got to enjoy our favourite place with my brother & his girly & baby boy Reggie roo. They took pics of us & I of them.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Alongside this we had a great afternoon stroll in the sunshine, fed the ducks & climbed chalk hills & trees. Swanbourne Lake is just magical for all its beauty & magic hidden in the roots of the trees we clung to to climb & the surrounding scenes of Arundel castle. Plus spending time with my dear family & sweet sweet nephew is so lovely. He giggled away happily, gorgeous little angel. Jasper & Ducky flocking him for cuddles & forehead kisses. Too flaming cute<3</span><br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">This boy, this seriously divine little creature
that curls around my limbs & clings to my waist at the most inconvenient,
rushed moments, who is being a little bossy & HATES brushing his teeth of late, is my life & soul. He is just such a love bug oozing happiness that I just wanna bottle up. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">He’s had such a tough week bless him.
Friendship falling outs at four years old are painful & falling flat on
your face off the obsta-track as he calls it (obstacle course) is also very painful.
Poor love of mine. He has bruises & cut up his nose almighty so. I hope it
wont scar on his gorgeous freckle spots! He is pretty impressed today at his
brave attitude & has been asking for photos of himself over & over
haha. I got a call yesterday from his school (always ALWAYS makes me feel
overwhelming anxiety instantly) They said he had fallen & would I like to
come & see him. I got up there in a flash & he was so brave trying not
to cry but failing, I was holding my own tears in until I got outside. I gave
him cuddles & explained Darcey done the same at his age & his cuts were
way more army like, although she almost lost a tooth with her one!! His
tooth actually has got a little wobbly of late so I should check that! Anyway
he was wanting to stay for lunch as it was chocolate crumble day. Best ever
right! When i picked him up it was more bruised but he was so energised &
happy his playdate was still on. But after dinner he was showing signs the cuts
were very sore & he was describing a headache. He got very upset about how
his week had gone & in truth has been asking me each morning to stop going
to school. It all came to a head & my lil man broke down. He needed a day
of comfort & activities that were governed by him. He needed a sick day
because even though the headache would pass & the sores weren’t too bad in
the morning, he at four is too young to suppress such big emotions. So I took the
day to spoil, comfort, hug & kiss, squeeze, giggle & hold hands for
hours with this baby of mine. I am so glad I took this day for him. He needed it, he
needed me. Blessed it is that I can stop time for him. Its an inconvenience I
know to some but he really had such a magical day. We woke cuddling, he had
breadsticks with yoghurt as dip for breakfast, he chose what he wanted to wear,
he chose what he wanted me in too :) we went to visit his favourite tree in Beach House Gardens & he leaped from step to step in the brick work, i
gave him confidence & independence in letting him run on ahead further than
usual, he had McDonalds for lunch & sweets for the beach, we
hunted for crabs under the pier & slowly walked the rock pools, he ran in the sea, as usual fully clothes, he
chose a bottle of water as opposed to ice cream!! And we went to the park
"For 15 hours please mummy!" Actually stayed for nearly three. He
made two new friends & eventually got that ice cream. And to top it off he
ate turkey dinosaurs for dinner whilst watching tom & Jerry back to back.
It was his very own 'YES' day & he so deserved it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px;">My lil love, my absolute
heartbeat. I just cherish you sweetheart. The way you are so confident that you
are so loved, you are so happy. "Mama Im still handsome even with my cuts!" What a boy. I just friggin adore you Jasper Casey. You make me so
happy. That is it really at the end of the day. Me, Daddy, Sissy, all your
family, the world. You shine in our lives. You make us so happy. 143
sweet angel. My greatest adventure,
Jaspey Boo. xx </span><br />
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school year just now & although we have had a few easy chilled days we also
had the greatest adventure, one of the best to date. We were due to be heading
to London for the Alice in Wonderland exhibition at the M.o.C & to visit
the H.M.S Belfast museum with my auntie Juli but a rail strike made us alter
plans. She instead suggested her favourite holiday spots to picnic & tour
for the day in the New Forest with my nan joining us too. And it was
INCREDIBLE!! One of the spots in Brockenhurst was where we had been last summer
for a short break with my mum & dad & the wild ponies roam whilst you
picnic. We played bat & ball, chase & ate heaps before heading for the
three bridges walk that Juli knows well. It was just insane amazing. Tall trees
shading the most beautiful river with Shetland ponies in the distance. The kids
climbed a huge fallen tree & hurried over the bridge with my aunt playing
the troll from Billy Goats gruff. We had her pooch Merlin with us & he was
in the water straight away & no surprise my spirited cherubs followed him
in. Waist deep in an instant running wild & free in this amazing space that
was so energised & beautiful. I am such a tree hugger, I love nature &
am so energised by the outdoors & random wild adventures. This was me in my
element too. We found awesome dens built & the cherubs ran through crunchy
leaves until we came to the next bridge which was wonderfully framed by
sunshine beaming through the opening to more vast fields. There was families
laughing & resting. But not overly crowded. It was just the most picturesc
idealic location. And to top off the happiness we all felt, the stream was
lined with fantastic huge strong trees that had rope swings hanging off them.
Four in total but the biggest one was the best. It swung out over the water
& was so expertly tied. It swung out so fluidly & both bubbas were not
even close to being afraid to get on straight away. They trusted each other immeasurably,
helping the other push off & swing high. Then me & Juju had a go. Best moment
ever...haha. Reliving childhood memories is my soul food. Being silly, care
free & fun, happy & spontaneous. It just felt so good. We collected
sticks for a pooh stick race on the bridge, Jasper chucking a great log as his
losing branch haha. Horses being ridden crossed the bridge whilst my babies in
the water looked on adoringly. This place has my heart now. Its one of OUR
spots. My children for sure will remember this trip. It was too immense not to.
After our walk we got in the car & had a lil detour to see my nan &
Juli's holiday cottage which was set in such beautiful grounds & had the
most unusual gate house that was also used as accommodation which I really
loved. Just so so pretty* Then we drove to Lefe Beach. It was just stunning.
Warm weather & shoes straight off (mine getting left on the sand, I was
just so enjoying walking the ground bare & free I forgot to collect them
off the beach when we left.) It was directly opposite the Isle of Wight &
was just again so scenic & a beautiful location. There was a park &
green with view points across where you could see the Spinaker tower in Portsmouth
& the edging of Bournemouth beach the other way. The park apparatus was
actually really different & fun & Im still aching after trying to be
'cool mama' & hanging upside down on the bars & doing the tightrope!
The journey home was cosey & cuddly with my two holding my hand &
talking of their favourite part of the day. It was just such a positive, happy
day & Im so very grateful for time with my awesome auntie & nanny. The
cherubs just adore their great nanny & of course they adore great auntie
Juju. She is silly, playful & so so funny & we all just love her
entirely for her bonkers ways!!! We are so spoilt with love & adventure
from our crazy duo. Perfect perfect day & perfect start of the summer warm
weather. More of that now please :):) my toes really loved it haha!! 143</span></span></span><o:p></o:p><br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-77615329989224960982015-05-28T03:35:00.002+01:002015-05-30T00:06:07.534+01:00macaroni love heart<div style="text-align: center;">
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Sweet cherub Liana Amber is here. The dinkiest most beautiful lil angel arrived
safely after a natural birth with little intervention yesterday morning &
she weighs 4pd 8oz which is really great for her early arrival. She is super
strong & just so wonderfully identical to her beaut mama its gorgeous. We
are unable to visit her as unfortunately she has been transferred to the
Trevor Mann Neo natal unit in Brighton Hospital as she has a blockage between
her stomach & her intestines which will need surgery to take care of. We
are all keeping her in the light & sending so much love & am sure she
will be rosey by weeks end. Drs are not worried for her & her lungs are
strong, she has a feisty spirit already & has already had cuddles, wash
& nappy change from mummy so she is doing good despite this. I am so in
love with her amazing little face & features. She is so tiny with little
folds of skin wrinkled into more wrinkles. She has the same bronzed skin tone
as her mama & these luscious big lips, the top one bigger than the bottom.
Just the prettiest little thing. Im so excited to meet her & adore her.
Telling Jasper & Darcey was incredible, they were so in awe. My sister
spoke to Jasper & he just kept saying her name. He is also truly excited
that his school friend Lucas is now officially his cousin to him. B</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">ecause they share the same uncle, auntie & cousin they are now best
friends and family (I guess it means they are 2nd cousins) either way he is just
so embracing his family & his acceptance & love for them is immense.
Being so spoilt for so long hasnt affected him, he is just so excited for
relationships with these sweet babies. His cousin Reggie is gonna be his besty
& they are so going to protect together their little sweet princess Liana.
Ducky really has never been girly with dollys & dress up so Im sure they
will all giggle at Liana in her tutus & pink adorable dresses. The way
Jasper says her name is just so cute too, he says it like he is so much older
& speaking wise words. Its just adorable. Liana has been so longed for
after my sister Jo & her husband Dave had to seek help for infertility. Its
been such a struggle for them for many years to see their friends becoming
families, for becoming an auntie & uncle before they were parents
themselves. Its been harder than any of us will ever know & even though my
darling sister is superwoman at times, resilient, strong, proud &
determined, the pain also was always there. I also just need to give a shout out to
to her super strength during labour. She went almost the entire time with no
pain relief & only at the end stages had gas & air. My sister is a tiny
4ft 11" & visually not a hulk with iron strength so huge kudos to you
amazing sissy. Again being told Liana was breach she was facing the prospect
of a caesarean but powered through for the birth story she desired. She made it
happen, she was a warrior & Im just so so proud of her. Im itching for an
update to see how Liana is doing. I will leave you with this </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">amazingly adorable picture of her. My sweet miracle niece, </span></div>
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HERE: As I write this my sister is in labour. It is too soon at only 34
weeks pregnant but she is doing well. Macaroni my sweet angel darling niece is
doing well and that's all that is needed for now. The rest will fall in to
place. I'm excited to meet this little angel & praise my older sissy for
all she did right even when this pregnancy & journey threw so much at her
& her husband. After many long years & two icsi trials macaroni finally
chose her mama. My sister has longed for a baby since we were little, being our
second mama even though there is only 14 months between us. She is the absolute
stereotype of perfect sweetheart mummy. Her nature is to be motherly and warm
to all & I know seeing her with a child is going to absolutely burst my heart
open. My brother in law has always been such a fun, energetic clown to my cherubs. Always ready to play wrestling & chase & always the instigator of mischief haha, so lil princess is going to be so entertained & happy. The joy she has brought already is
astounding so I cannot begin to explain how excited i am to be auntie to this
little one. "And though she be but little, she is fierce. " this
could not ring more true. We always knew really this sweet one was going to shine
early. She didn't have a lot of room in her mama's belly from the get go &
I know she's as desperate to meet her mama & daddy as they are her. The
emotions I'm struggling to contain are 3am thinking about this union are
overwhelming. I will wake up in a few hours to the news of her arrival.
She will be oh so real to the world. She will have a name & I
can count her toes & see if I was right about her hair colour. I'm so
incredibly emotional. I know she is going to be such a cherished beautiful
spoilt angel born to such a wonderful couple who will now be a family. It's
just so so incredible. My mum & dad will be grampy & nanna to
four. Jasper & Darcey will again have a newborn to coo over & boy do
they do that good. They are so so sweet & gentle with sweet Reggie pie*
it's just so exciting to see our family grow. And to think that just last week
she was kicking my hand from the womb. Strong kicks & high fives which were
more an insistence of being left to sleep than a welcome greeting of love
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sweet baby girl, you are so loved. There are just no words that do this
justice. You are so cherished already & I cannot wait to give my all to
you. I'm the auntie that's not as cool, but will always have ice lollys in the
freezer & caring wise words. I'm not as funny but I'm goof ball all the
same so you can just laugh at me not with me. I can imagine your face down to
the tiny wrinkles & milk spots. Im lying awake thinking of your beauty
& love that even you don't know you possess yet. You have already given us
so much I cannot wait to love you so right. All my light & heart is with
you and mummy right now angel. I love you Macaroni. So very very much.
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-29683861312855311192015-05-07T13:47:00.001+01:002015-05-07T15:27:18.797+01:00Pickle schnickle pudding pie*<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My stud Jaspey boo is nearing five years. This is
just insane. How the hell did we get here so quickly? Being in the school
routine now has accelerated the speed in which whole months pass by so freely.
I just cant believe we have had fifty seven passed on the calenders hung. I
remember everything, little details & all the consuming emotions from
newborn to now. Photos prompt these memories, lil ways he says stuff in his old
toddler like voice, memories drift in from old songs playing that we have
danced to. I could while away an evening looking through my old picture albums
on the laptop. Triggering palpitations with every scene displayed in the
photographs. He is so vibrant & energised in every shot, even the silly blurred
ones have such soul beaming from them. I am a picture hoarder, I snap away most
days at any sight that inspires me. This week it was his ever multiplying
freckles & moles sprinkling his nose & chubby cheeks. He has such an
infectious way, his character is sunshine & light in every mood. His happiness is just incredible & he is so amazingly caring
& open with his love. He confidently tells me over & over how much he loves
me, how handsome I am & asks me how my day was after I ask after his. He
has recently learnt what 'ditto' means so is often asking me to tell him that
thing...that thing being "I love you" just so he can shout ditto!! He
kisses my hand holding his on the way to & from school, he positively glows
when he is greeted by me from his nights sleep & at the door at home time
from school. Those dimples deepen further for daddy & Ducky when they come
home. </span></span></div>
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newest Lego Superheroes game on the Xbox. He cant do alot from what I gather
but he loves getting enough coins to win new heroes. Playing alongside Daddy
& sissy for a short while is such an excitement of his. I see his
overwhelming enthusiasm for this game & at first felt a threat but he is
still so attached to his toys, his teddys & messy play, he isnt on it for
hours a day so I will forgive this obsession for it makes him so darn happy. He
still loves cars & bikes & has quite the collection of ride on vehicles
now thanks to his Uncle Mike & Grampy. He is so in love with all the super
heroes of Marvel, learning new characters & his favourite at the moment is Juggernaut.
He also is interested in Heman & Shera. He loves to scoot to school & take his remote control car the the beach. He loves playtime. Still loves messy play* His o.o.t.d is always his skeleton
tracksuit that is just perfection on this kid. And this weeks newest addition,
his poundland fakey crocs, with socks. Worn as soon as he gets in from school
as they assist his play & make him stronger apparently! This past Saturday
morning (which is what prompted this update strangely), Jasper was snoozing in
bed with me, reading his book & tiggling me to get up. He has the softest
warm skin in the mornings & sleeps pyjama-less so hugs & tushy bites
detour my get up & go. But anyhow, he jumps up, fist pumps the air &
then in a superman flying pose heads for the bathroom declaring "Mama, im going for a poo!" With just such gusto energy & oomph. Even just going to the bathroom is a
moment for this bubb, a good moment, a fun silly laughable while in his little
life. I just bloody love that energy, that positivity. This hilarious
remarkable dude who I am so blessed to be Mama to. Who has no idea how relevant he is to my heart ticking over. Or maybe he does but hes so casual about it if so :) </span></span></span><br />
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just not supporting what I am trying to explain, Im not a poet & my hearts
emotions just aren’t definable in my poor grammar. I however saw this quote by <a href="http://www.parenthood.com/article/perspective_on_motherhood_the_invisible_woman.html" target="_blank">Nicole Johnson</a> that moved me so, conveys a little as to how hugely blessed I feel to of been given ownership on
parenting this sweet adventureheart. It's not always clear we take the right paths, sometimes it feels like we have invested so much & lost ourselves. But so long as I am loving this one so right, he could be my cathedral. My studley boy, Jasper Casey. 143*</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Hes obsessed with lego, marvel lego, chima, ninjago. Well any kind really* (and his computer game!) He sings in tune & has the sweetest little voice. Hes gotten really goofy. You know like when little boys just act silly & raar & jump alot! The cutest geeky moments** His best friendship group is changing but hes not fazed & has new ones in mind. He has a list of potential best mates haha!! He loves his after school club Beefit, the parachute & trampoline are his favourites. He can sign quite a lot of words & enjoys learning more, well done Daddy :) He pulls those silly faces using hands & giggles ferociously when caught. His reading is out of this world incredible #proudmama. He brings home folded up papers with the sweetest notes & pictures scribbled. He is writing sentences in his own way & spelling most how it is said. Most recent one was his 'Krismas' list for later this year!! (haha) He is very active & literally has abs! He loves doing handstands & rolley pollies. He likes cutting paper up & drawing Darcey pictures. Is wanting to help a lot in the kitchen with cooking or serving dinner & is madly in love with chilli wraps & tomatoes just now.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She is wholey becoming a sport fanatic. She loves collecting her match attax cards, seeing if she got a Manchester United shiney. Desperately wants her own football kit & shoes & is doing incredible in her boxing lessons. She is as fast as a cheetah running & loves seeing Nannas horses for a short ride bare back* She loves being in huge open space so on the downs, at a National trust park or at the beach is her most happiest* She is so attached to her teddies & has her favourites that are her cuddle buddies at night. She still likes to have help washing, brushing her teeth & getting dressed. Its not lazy, she just likes to feel looked after. Shes still struggling with her own likes toy wise so is mainly into whatever Jasper is although it differs in her favourite Lego character, it still seems to be Ironman or Venom. She likes to see photos I have taken of her now but it still painfully shy of having her photo taken. But if I flipagram her a set she is beaming* She loves bowling & is dam good at it! And playing keep me up with balloons. She was so excited to have matching shoes with Jasper & is really into learning about space & the milky way. Asks often to go to London again. Is struggling to show softer emotions recently & is having a tough time but still glimmers with her silly humour* Loves to take the mickey out of accents & hand gestures we all do*</span></div>
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-51015417080244179572015-05-07T01:44:00.000+01:002015-05-07T01:44:14.869+01:00Nanny Faraway*<br />
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Its late at night now, the day has passed by easy
but once i was alone & midnight approached my resolve dropped & the
pain of another year gone without my dear nanny has me so sad & the ache
thats buried so tightly becomes over bearing & a real acute pain in my
whole body. I will never be rid of this feeling when Im most vulnerable &
the image of her blonde hair, soft bronzed skin in my most favourite dress she
wore pops in my brain. My mind is numb but so wired with memories. My mamas
poem 'The Lighthouse' echoes & my heart is thumping with remembering the
day you had to leave. The tears are the messy kind* It doesnt get easier. I wish I could say Ive grown
stronger to the hurt & absolute devastating heartache I feel when I truly
let myself remember you. I tell Jasper about all you did as my Nanny,
his beautiful great nanny. We walk past your home, living two minutes away
& having Jaspers school friends living scattered around it is a curse &
a blessing. Its a comfort to live so close to somewhere so special but nearing
the 'Lighthouse' I get such anxious pangs of upset I have to swiftly push down.
That home, it holds the greatest most incredible stories, playtime, love &
feeling of family. Jasper goes to the same school you sent his Nanna. That
too is so lovely, knowing you walked the same school route as I do. I walk
those paths with my foot steps in yours & that to me is magic. I really
should talk of you more, without tears, without the ginormous lump in my
throat. I hope you are as proud of me as you were when I performed ballet
recitals, had a successful school photo day, when I overcame some tricky
teenage years & when I graduated college. I will always remember you
shouting out, still so elegant but almighty proud when my name was called to
collect my scroll. You were just beaming & that feeling is bottled within
my soul. But thats honestly how I felt every time I saw my incredible Nanny
Light. Joan Gladys Light. The most beautiful, adoring, lovable, sweet nan ever
known. Truly so beautiful inside & out. An angel who blessed us with many
years of immense happiness & love. Every occasion, holiday & visit
heaped with perfection. The buffets made at last minute, the phone calls from
the box outside on Sugden Road, that dress, playing North, South, East, West in
your kitchen, the wooden swing chair, the blossoming flowers, the Laura Ashley
stairway carpet, greensleaves playing in the trinket on your vanity, the
shopping trips with Grampy in the car; rewarded with a McDonalds &
strawberry milkshake & that dance, the last dance etched in my memory that
is more powerful than any love song beating to my hearts rhythm. You are my
most favourite memory. The most beautiful radiant sunshine in my life that left
such a huge presence, such a legacy of family & love. My aspirations as a
woman, mother, auntie & eventually Nanna are modelled on you* I miss you
always & I know you know. I wish you could embarrass me once more,
yodelling to get a cashiers attention, telling me no when I wanted a black
velvet crop top & holding my hand through town when I was too young to
realise Id never want to let go. My heart is yours. Forever & a day* Love
& light. 143*</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-10720611257388089552015-04-18T23:23:00.002+01:002018-07-12T13:11:55.207+01:00oh heart*<div style="text-align: center;">
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turmoil going on these past months that have all made me feel vulnerable, weak
& guarded but as a family we have remained strong, moving forward with
hands clasped firmly together, hearts open to the sunshine positives that have
also scattered like my sweet darling niece growing so well, Jaspey being so happy
& confident & finally getting back in our home. But along the way, or
really it was underlying all along, we have lost our shy girl to some very
upsetting emotions & frustrations. She is pausing in time with hour long
mood swings & jealousy tumbling out of her mouth at every instance. She has
noticeably distanced herself from Jasper & I, cuddles are cold & I love
you is strained. Its been so on & off but at the last stages of her time
home with us in Easter half she became very cruel to her brother. She ruined
her own fun by so suddenly switching moods & even her daddys love &
kind words to coax her out failed. She is troubled & she is struggling
which in turn makes us struggle as our hearts lay heavy. When she left it hurt
worse. I wanted more time to support her lil lost heart & I wanted to try
different paths to stop her upsets. Every single thing big or small triggered
it. Jasper having more raspberries & tomatoes than her even though she had
less as she really doesn’t love them but knows they are good for her, his
school bag for P.E being a superheroes design when she isn’t allowed patterns
at her school, him having less words to read in his library loans. With each quarrel
she started she broke my lil studs heart, every single damn time he'd say
"Ducky why are you being mean!" I ended up separating her from his
play area & this had her in tears but not at her consequence for her mean
behaviour, but again as she felt injustice & felt Jasper was favoured. Its
just so bizarre, if anything when she is with us she is so spoilt with
affection as we all want a little piece of our snuggle monkey. Its definitely
hard for her to see new toys in the draws, a new key ring won at the arcade on
Jaspey & I's solo date, even just different foods in the cupboards as
selection for snack time that shes not got at home. All this is seen as Jasper
having what she doesn’t. Even when she has noted that it made her feel sad
& we have followed the next visit with said items for her she feels unfulfilled.
She lacks oomph & energy in her character & is so unconfident, i dont
mean that in a nasty way, but its so very sad as Jasper is coming into an age
where he is so silly, bubbly & goofy. She has her moments but if you
acknowledge with a smile that shes being funny she just clams right up. If you
give compliments she gets greedy & seeks more in manipulative ways so will
help with some chores then instantly say Im good for helping, Jasper is naughty
because he didnt. Always a divide. Jasper just adores her & keeps his love
coming ten fold, but this weekend when she left he didnt pine for her for the
first time ever, he just kept saying "When i spoke Darcey never replied
Mummy!" He was so honest in his sadness & that mama bear protective
roaring instinct kicked in & just hurt so much for my boy but also for this
sweet sweet cherub being so scarred by her exhausting, turbulent life. We have
no clues other than the snippets she gives us about her home life but she has
opened up about her school. She said she has 'overwhelming' times in class so
she has to leave & see her other friendly teacher who makes her feel
better, she has a book within school to write her feelings & is struggling
with a few seven year old problems so also has a playground mentor. With this
knowledge & the sudden decline in amazing days that are half term had
started with, Gary decided to speak with her mum. Someone he tries extremely
hard to be patient & amicable with, but she smirked & just kept stating
that she doesn’t misbehave at home so the problem is with us. Gary tried to ask
for support, if she could speak with their daughter & understand her
feelings & why she feels so sad but she disregarded it as our problem, so
we are to find the solution. The frustration is pretty heavy as we had hoped
even if she did feel smug & in control that she would at least like to help
Darcey become more confident & able to articulate these strong emotions she
is going through, but she flat out declined to help & positively gleed on
hearing we had struggled that week. I dont know why we expected any different
but as my upsets on the situation are first & foremost for both my children
being sad & confused by these huge feelings, I thought she would feel pangs
of hurt for her daughters upsets. Over the week Ducky had hinted at feeling
very guilty for loving me & Jasper & told Jasper he wasnt her real
brother, her real brother was at her mummys. After explaining she was a tad
embarrassed but still went on to say her family is daddy. She was so overpowered
by competitive nastiness & jealousy when Gary was simply helping Jasper do
his teeth or holding his hand. Rather than speaking about it she just acted out
& caused a lot of upset for my full hearted studley. Even so he was still
so eager to see her last night when she was due to ours for our weekend stay.
But to add to the anxious enormity of the situation, her mother refused us our
access stating wrongly it was her weekend with Darcey. Gary tried to
communicate with messages & screenshot photos with dates on to prove we weren’t
confused but to no avail. It isnt just frustrating, it is desperately painful
when our son is left upset by her absence & our family is yet again rocked
with upset by the same controlling woman who will for the next years be such a
pain just to ease her selfish insecurities. It is making our sweet girly so
turbulent in her status as a daughter, sister & family member to many, she
is confused by her emotions good & bad. If she loves me, she is upsetting
her mother, if she hates me it upsets her also, so she is constantly battling
herself. This wont change until her mum shows acceptance of me. So in other
words it wont change. The move forward now is yet again strained & a
battle. Why cant it just for Darceys sake be easy. Not for mine or Garys. But
for her & for my sweet darling boy who misses his sissy every single minute
& who deserves a relationship with her better than this. Better than the
confusing, anxious driven one. For these littles i wish only for peace in their
hearts always when they think of family. I will not have this evil presence
knock my sons life like it is knocking her daughters. Im guarding his lil heart
from Darceys distruptions & will strive always to be 'mother' & all
things related to that, all raw emotions related to that, for both my children.
My beautys Ducky & Stud. I love u darling cherubs like you wouldnt believe.
I will fight for you, i will stand strong, we will stand strong. We are a four
whether apart or not. Keep those kisses tucked in your palm Ducky, we have
yours saved in ours too. And always remember, the blossom, it always blooms
just for you sweet girl...143</span><br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-89967578027893806142015-01-30T11:13:00.002+00:002018-07-12T13:12:16.832+01:00Home stretch*<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This fire has aggravated such strong sad emotions for me. Ive lost myself for a bit here. The Sadness is overwhelming. Fear & feeling vulnerable with questions interrupting happiness. Just overwhelming negatives have drained us. We are strong but weak. Living but not. We are struggling to come to terms with this. I know it seems so dramatic and writing this myself I am a tad struck with how deep I feel. I haven't written. I haven't vented with any articulate reasoning. I don't know how to express how anxious I have felt. People say "Thank god you are alive and well." Of course I cling to this. But I'm fragile and angry to be truthful. It was an accident. A negligent accident that so nearly cost us. The frustration that the person who caused this has been so astonishingly un-remorseful is huge. Gary has been incredible. He has still worked full time but he has kept us above water, he has kept spirits high, he has taken on new roles and provided so much & I see him to be a hero quite frankly. He is working so hard on redecorating our home. All the items we did keep he has cleaned & he has worked tirelessly to get us a fair settlement to ease the financial worry of these few months and the burden of living away from our home and now having to start again. I'm so very lucky that family and friends have gifted us with new items for our home. We have been left with such a rushed ending to very confusing two months of living in hotels. They gave us a time frame that was impossible. Two days to clean and refurbish our home. It took one of these to handle the kitchen that was most damaged. The emotional cracks displayed as we entered our home again after so long. Chucking out items that had been stained due to such a large time frame of being left soot covered. I'm angry. That makes me frustrated. The injustice boiling away in my core. Gary being the therapy I need. He has been my absolute heartbeat. I'm not afraid to say I am weak. I'm far too sensitive and this has made me an intense worrier. He has such patience with me. Such a beautiful soul this king♡ We are on the home stretch but still holding such complicated stresses. I cannot wait to be back in but will it ever feel like my comfortable home again. Living above the person that created this craziness is going to be testing! Especially after the call she left me with before Christmas. We will see i guess. This is just an update and I'm going to absolutely get back full force into blogging of happiness and light that fills our family now. We are the strongest little unit, more so maybe because of this. That I will take from this awful nightmare. That and how generously loving even just with words people have been. I thank you, I know you'll be reading this so you know it's for u darlings. Love and light ♡♡</span></div>
Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-69578101116079885802014-12-06T22:55:00.000+00:002015-04-18T22:41:55.197+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I'm very aware that most of my posts are usually the positive side of parenting. The happy beauty we are blessed with as mothers. But like many we have our difficulties. Our issues with being co-parents for Dàrcey, bedtime tantrums, spoilt behaviour & the exhausting early starts from Ducky. This week life took it up a notch. I'm writing this as it's the only therapy I know works for me. I'm exhausted beyond belief from the trauma & struggles we as a family have suffered this week. I can actually feel myself stunted writing the next words. We were in a house fire. The huge hurt in my chest is pulsing at the notion. We survived a fire & now we are dealing with the consequences. I write this in a family room of a hotel our insurance has accommodated us with. It's a nice hotel, it's not a sofa or my brothers bed* (sorry for taking over your home for the week) it's emergency accommodation & I'm not ungrateful for the benefit but it's not home. It's devastating! We have no set plans for our favourite December day. Putting the tree up & shopping for a new bauble or dec. We may not be home in time for Christmas. Our lil home was smoke damaged severely & the basement flat below us where the fire was present is gutted. So until all the repairs, assessments & scary details are hashed out we will be living out of a bag each. We have been so well supported by the dearest friends & family. I am so overwhelmed by how amazing even my newest of friends have been. Jasper has been gifted with brave boy presents, he's had a few sleepovers with his Lil buddy's to help Gary & I & my amazing buddy who I didn't even know before school term started has been incredible to us. Having Jasper for us whilst we had to meet with loss adjusters & take detailed reports on the damage to our home & giving me a place to be when it was school time & i had no place to go.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Jasper my dear sweet angel has been so brave. We woke to the scariest image of a smoke filled home. It was pouring through the carpets & even with our high ceilings it surrounded our home quickly & made it scarily dark. The groggy confusion of waking to this scene & having to make sense of the situation, alert emergency services & try & be calm for him keeps replaying. We are so very lucky to of woken. We were both suffering smoke inhalation without even knowing & had to be treated in hospital. More so my poor Bubb than me. He had low oxygen & extremely quick pulse. He showed an adult wise understanding when I explained to him there was a fire when we got out on the front lawn in our dressing gowns, frozen & being watched by school run curiosity. Thank god no-one was in the fire below us & we were the only ones at risk. I will never forget the details of this slow motion horror. My darling Jaspeys face when he had a mask covering half of it, machines on his fingers & blood tests taken. Smiling his unsure smile, wanting reassurance & desperate to be on my lap & safe. He didn't show it then but he's been effected by this. He was too busy giggling at the blow up glove called Charlie Chicken & marvelling at all the fire fighters. Today Nanna asked him what his favourite thing is about the hotel. His stark response has floored me "When we get to go home!!" He had loved staying at Nannas & was so excited for the double beds adjacent to each other that he could jump to & throw on, i stupidly felt he was some what settled. But he wants home as much as we do. He wants his toys & his jammies & his bed. The out of control anxiety is overwhelming. We are safe but sleep is fitful. The worries of what next is too upsetting & like I say we are unsure if we will be in our home for Christmas. Which has worried both cherubs no end as they are confused as to how Santa will know where we will be. Dàrcey even asked why Santa had let this happen to us. She had to miss sleeping over with us on our access & after having a good chat about the fire & fire saftey to ease her worries she still cried. She said she knows fire can kill & when her mum said she couldn't sleepover as we had a fire she had assumed we had gone. I'm so cross that she wasn't informed properly but also that really this has happened & it happened due to silly negligence that has got to be made aware. It was an accident no less but one that has turned our lives over. The small child who lives below us turned on the hob for his mother's electric oven. It heated up over time & set fire to toys & packages she had on top of her stove. We have lost our home because of such small actions. We almost lost a lot more which is the saving grace in all this that I cling to every single second. It will be fuel for a better 2015. A better forward & happier times. But as you can imagine the what ifs creep in at points & the surreal, unbelievable events of this past week have sunk me low. I will endeavour to spread the word of fire safety & I am very pleased a lot of friends are listening & have got themselves smoke & carbon monoxide detectors. The smoke alarm did not wake us on this occasion, once your being poisoned they rarely do. So I can't advocate a carbon monoxide detector enough also. I don't feel better for writing this so that's shit!! But the awareness is what I must be pro active on, especially in this season when fire hazards are so prevalent. </span></div>
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-33606819663232475212014-11-16T00:59:00.000+00:002015-04-18T22:42:15.898+01:00My incredible little reader*<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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books from the library, Jaspey decided it was time to try & read one with
me to Daddy & Darcey. We have very briefly touched on the concept of
reading & he has spent each day from school showing me his lovely picture
books & reading these from his own imagination what he believes the story
to be. He has also had books with words but none that I would say coincide well
with beginners. Since the end of his last term Jasper really understood that if
you spell out individual letters in a word they sound like a word. At which he
was inspired. So he has read cat, hat, is & it with confidence & pride.
He has gained such an interest that I see reading becoming a hobby to him. I am
the proudest Mama after he so enthusiastically & confidently read three
pages to us & not only were they easy sound words, but also he sounded out
roll & cannot to the point of figuring them out after playing with the
letters out loud, not really knowing how six letters connected but then magically
combining them all to this awesome bloody word. I was so excited & we all
gave him such praise. It was just incredible, such a wonderful family moment.
Boastful as I am my overwhelming pride just cannot contain. He is such a
superstar my darling boy* </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-35622091078190607732014-11-10T00:46:00.004+00:002014-11-16T01:02:24.770+00:00Seaside wonder<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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the seaside on a cold, broody day but I had to resist letting the bubbas go
down to the shoreline. The tide was going out, it was showing sand & this
is their most favourite tide. Deep water to run & splash in but sand to
create with too. But the funniest thing is nearly two years ago I wrote
this <a href="http://betseyloves.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/adventure-bunnys.html" target="_blank">post</a> about the most exhilarating, silly, fun adventure
we had at the beach. Freezing cold day & running in the sea. Anyhow, it
became quite the tradition to go to the beach & run fully clothed in the
sea on the most random of days. Of an evening after a very harsh workout,
cooling off in the shallow water, my bag & trainers almost lost to the tide
coming in. On playdates during the summer when we hadn't intended to head to
the sea so had no swimwear & on a sun soaked evening walking with Grampy
& his doggy. This particular evening Ducky asked if she could paddle, she
had her sandals on & was splashing & letting the waves chase her. I was
throwing stones into the water for Roxy & look up to boo being waist deep
in water, on her knees in the low tide playing with the sand beneath. I loved
it entirely for the simple fact that she knew I would allow this. She knew her
care free silly time is exposed when she hits the seaside. She is such a shy
lil bubb, very unsure of her place in the world just now & is very strict on herself. I remember once taking her to the beach to just scream. We sat
& had ice cream on a warm evening & I said to her its fun, its okay.
She just couldn’t do it. Then a few weeks later she was there at the waters
edge screaming, laughing, being crazy fun loving child. These moments are full
of adventure & childish delight. I absolutely revel in the fact they both
adore this silly tradition now but also if we have a place to be after a stroll
to the seafront I do have to keep them off the stones otherwise one glance away
& their knees are wet :):) My funny little munchkins. Come rain, snow or
sunshine, we will always be seashore worshippers <3</span></span></span><br />
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Arundel was always a lovely stroll of a weekend date day for me & Gary when
I first came back from Australia. Its the first outdoor visit I had with Darcey
in tow when I met her. I have photos of me with a large baby bump
waddling along after feeding the ducks & it has been a constant in all
seasons as our most favourite go to for my lil famalam. It holds such beauty,
adventure, happiness & sunshine. Even in the rain light bounces off the
lake creating such stunning natural beauty. The ducks feed out of your palm
& the amazing Arundel Castle is in view on the stroll around the lake.
Fields with high hills to tumble down, rabbit holes to search in & trees
roots to climb. It is such a perfect location. It is such a beauty spot Im inspired
by & I look at my darlings in the light reflecting off the water & just
beam. I have always been so in awe of nature, its stunning vision. I have
travelled to some incredible scenic views in my years, but those close to home
always jut me a little more. I love that I live a short drive from such history
& even though my sponge brain does not hold all the information on each
idealic town & building, I love them. We had another gorgeous fun filled day here today with some very
dear friends & their daughters, lil blondie sunbeams. When friendships grow
as strong as family it makes me so very happy!! Plus they may one day be
Jaspers in-laws as Livi has declared Jasper is hers to marry & love
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-84524303773019575432014-11-10T00:45:00.003+00:002014-11-17T10:23:14.994+00:00Jasper Casey<div style="text-align: center;">
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their lil beauts already in school. But wow, time is ticking by. The daily routine & chores are the biggest portion of the day. School has taken over* I miss my boy
so much. I miss the days we used to stay in our onsies & just play &
craft & eat lunch at 11am. I miss the day trips I'd plan, the train rides
to these locations, the leaflets collected stashed in my bag, his map reading.
I miss the park visits, the coffee dates & play dates all day every day.
Jasper had his first half term & then in a kind of god send type way he got
poorly. Due back on the Tuesday after an inset day, but off school for three extra days. Cuddled up to me mostly, puzzles that have been untouched since term start were done twice
in a day, we coloured in his books he got months ago, we finished his
Alphablocks magazine. I said Yes to his many requests. More smoothie please,
can u snuggle with me please, can u read me stories in the bath please. I have
craved this much needed time for just me & him. We both needed it & it
was a blessing even though he had to feel poorly for it to happen. We are
now in the education bubble & it feels sad to say but I am already looking
forward to the next half term. I find myself just watching him. He always
catches me after a minute or two & giggles shyly, but then follows up so
cutely with "Love you Mama." I just adore his lil chubby cheeks, his
expressions are so funny & his lil character is just displayed in every
movement he makes. I am so in awe of our beautiful creation. Gary & I often talk about
how insanely proud we are of him & lucky we are to have such a sweet
natured dear boy who just loves to love. Tonight in the car i reached back to
hold his hand. He squeezed mine like his daddy does. Its an obvious lil thing
that two squeezes each means I love you. Jasper has started to do this as he
knows it makes his mama happy, he told me so. Isnt that just the cutest* I steal kisses when
he sleeps & still get all the cuddles I could ask for. But my lil man is
changing in the rushing time past. He is growing faster & stronger & is
so wise & funny. He has new moles on his body, odd but that's what he has always focused on as another stage into big boy hood* He'd count them in the shower & shout out "Mama ive grown some more i have a new mole!!" His left eye is edged with the cutest freckles. His feet are ginormous. His clothes size has gone up. Just growing so perfectly. He managed to after many attempts climb a little wall last week. He couldn't figure it out for a while & then boom. He got it. He was hugging me so excited & just said "Mummy my body it, did u see, i wanted to do it & my body did!" He was so impressed with himself. He is </span><span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: 115%;">my sunshine & hope. My absolute all. My Jasper Casey Harrison. 143*</span></span><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-68369844695838273872014-11-10T00:06:00.001+00:002014-11-17T10:32:34.061+00:00Halloween 1/2<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We recently had Studleys first half term. It was the most awesome fun week. Gary had time off & we had extra quality time with Darcey doo too. Mega hours as a family, treating ourselves to day trips & yummy lunches. Exploring new locations & creating with new messy play ideas. We even had some sunshine to inspire our first shaving foam fight!! Times like these are what family, my darling family breathe for* We also had a lot of fun with new really messy play activities, a uv light halloween night. Playdates with Jaspers new buddys Harry, Poppy & her adorable lil bro Teddy & his ol bestys Eddie & Lilly. Cinema trip, coffee dates, trick or treating, walks to the beach in the rain & still time to do homework & reading fun* 143 <3<3<3</span><br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-43449251508238961942014-10-14T22:27:00.001+01:002014-10-14T22:31:02.501+01:00School stress<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We have been so very busy each day & we dont have many hours to spare now Jasper is in school. I am finding this harder than bubb. He is so fueled by his school days & learning, he comes homes with all his knowledge fronm the day eager to show & tell. His writing was brilliant before but has improved massively, he knows all his letterland characters, their sounds & actions & loves writing & drawing. He has his little friendship group that he is confident in & has enjoyed play dates with. He has his best friends established now after five weeks & speaks fondly of every aspect of school. Lunch time hot dinners, his teachers, his play areas, p.e & his fav building blocks. There has been a few woes of nastiness in the playground but this has always been comforted or sorted by a teacher. But it disturbing to me to write that this week passed we had a very upsetting incident that I just cant shake from. Jasper luckily is so unfazed, he does not understand the gravity of the situation & the danger. But i know all to well the anxiety & stress Ive been burdened with, I know I will not forgive or forget quite as easily. Last Thursday on pick up from school I was informed by a friend that whilst she was stood waiting for her daughter to leave the classroom on recognition of her mummy, my darling boy was let out of the classroom un-greeted by me or a guardian. Pick up is between 2.45pm-2.55pm. Im unsure as to why we have a ten minute window but as it goes this one day I didnt get there until five minutes after pick ups started, Im always so early so you can see why I have had such guilt ever since. Thank god for my brilliant friends awareness as Jasper was first in line, let out first & not passed to someone who would care for him. He was left to wander for thirty seconds before my friend realised a family member or friend was not in place of me & so she guided him back to the teachers. I was made aware of this incident immediatley from my friend & obviously scooped Jasper up as soon as he was with me & in too much shock to confront his teachers who did not offer me this information or an explanation. That evening I was in bits to be honest. Angry & overwhelmingly anxious & upset. Speaking to others I felt that I was justified in my absolute nauseating fears & so the next morning I asked to speak with his teacher. She offered no explanation as to why I was not informed, how he had got so easily seperated from her with no welcoming adult & even tried to state that he was just infront of her when 'she' noticed I wasnt there so took him back in. A lie. A lie that now has left me with no trust in his teachers & after arranging a meeting after school Im still very unsure of how I feel about the follow up. His head of year was there & re-assured me it was a one off case & would make them all more cautious of security. It was complete lack of communication & the protocall was not followed. Its just bizarre as if I was the teacher I would be so horrified in my actions. I dont want to be overly expecting of what a teacher should provide but safety when I am not there for him is the only thing I would want to be 100%. Have an off day & my son play lego or jigsaws all day, dont teach him all the wisdom you could, but dont ever put my darling boy in danger. Its just heartbreakingly horrific & I just dont know what else to do to make the school days feel comfortable again. Im at home or work thinking constantly on what he is doing, is he safe, is he okay. Its punishment in the worst form for giving up my angel to a school system which seems to be so lacking. I had such ease with his school, his teacher when I chose this place for his education. I just feel so let down. Communication has been a bit better & the children are less rushed out at hometime but there is still things that niggle & cause such stress in my worried mind. I just really am clueless as to what to do. I dont want to change his class as he adores his friends & actually really does like his teacher & t.a. Its me with all the problems but I thin justified given the circumstance. I just dont bloody know :(:( So for now, school is a fucking burden on my heart and I hate that it has to be this way. Divinely my sweet natured, huge hearted lil man is fine. But if one thing comes out of this then please, teach your child that if you are not there, go back to his teacher & ask for help. Never let it be that your child may search for you. I never for a second thought Id have to explain to Jasper what to do if he is let out & Im not there!!* </span><br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-39676649142489844092014-10-14T21:58:00.004+01:002014-10-14T21:58:39.789+01:00Autumn Bucketlist*<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">We have started our Autumn wall now. It still has gaps & feels quite bare really. I tried getting some art work out of these bubbas early so it could be done in time for Autumn but just didnt happen. Jasper & I had a wonderful time after school last week collecting leaves & dry flowers & enjoying a spider hunt in Beach House Gardens. He stuck them to an old frame border & we have framed his painting of a tree with a squirell in it. It looks so cute* Whilst he was making his frame this huge odd looking bug crawled off a leaf onto his leg. Jasper was so calm & intrigued, he is just a wonder. Fearless lil beaut :)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">He's also made a hand print Spider his auntie Jojo inspired. He stuck googley eyes on & is so impressed & proud of the outcome of all his art. It was such a relaxed, beaut afternoon. We took his easel outside on the lawn & Jessika his friend who is a neighbour also joined us. I got them to write their names on the chalk board & then dip there finger in water & retrace the chalk & spell their names out with the water. It was a good activity that Jasper really loved. He liked that the chalk dissapeared but his name still stayed just in a different form. He also drew a giraffe eating from a tree like his favourite teddy GiRalph would!! So amazing & far too cute how attatched to this mini teddy he is :):)</span></div>
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-45354029606864509412014-10-03T21:52:00.002+01:002014-10-03T21:56:52.060+01:00Ducky turns seven*<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sweet Ducky doo, you are seven today. And what a
beaut of a seven year old you are bubba. Happiest birthday wishes for you
little angel. I cant believe a year has passed since I wrote your last birthday <a href="http://betseyloves.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/birthday-ducky-doo.html" target="_blank">post</a>. You are growing up so quickly, into such a super little darling. This year feels like its rushed by but we have made some immense memories, laughed the happiest gut aching laughs & you even started to let me photograph u & pose like a lil moo after years of shying away from the lens. You have more confidence than ever before & say the funniest things, you still have a fascination with the words poo & butt so your 'Dinosaur that pooped the past' book was a win!! You make our hearts smile boo <3</span></span></span></div>
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<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> This is
the first year we have the absolute blessing of celebrating your actual
birthday with you. We had you after dinner time & will have you all weekend to enjoy
celebrations & more gifts, ice creams & cuddles. We were so excited for today & planned a treasure hunt of gifts ready for you which you loved, hunting out your toys & being surprised that there was still more to find after your haul created a mountain. You excitedly made your own ice cream sundae with sweet treats, angel delight, ice cream, jelly & marshmallows & sprinkles. Family visited & you played til late & now your snoozing with your dear bear that daddy brought you as a newborn, so precious. You are such a treasure
sweetpea. We miss you more than you can imagine when we cant see you but the
joy of the countdown towards our weekend with you is always exciting. You are
an incredible big sissy to your Jabba poo. He just adores you & has been so
insanely excited this week knowing your birthday was near. He had chosen some
gifts for you & even helped me wrap them so carefully. And as it went you were so kind in letting him unwrap them with you too :):) We just adore you
bubbs. You are our little angel, our princess & the cutest blondie. Never
change sweet baby. All my love & kisses today & always xx 143</span></span></span><o:p></o:p><br />
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Betseyloves studley & cherub piehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07556140664418565705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3231874758571674586.post-6946118852113815862014-09-24T14:22:00.003+01:002014-09-24T14:22:22.883+01:00Darling Studley<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My gorgeous lil man is just such a star. He has
taken to full time school days so impeccably. He is so comfortable in the
routine of school & even though he's been a tad grumpy at times from feeling
so tired, he just so loves it. He has these adorable ways, saying goodbye to
his favourite friends ten times each afternoon, walking to school swinging on
my hand gently & excitedly chatting all about his previous day & now he
comes home with a book each day. They are wordless so he gets to follow the
story by pictures & has really made a show of sitting me down to read to
me. He is so curious of the title & spells the letters out to me. These are
lilac coloured books which he is very proud of & makes my heart melt. He
read to great nanny & auntie Ju yesterday. A book about a butterfly, a bee,
a spider & lots of flowers, he was scaring us with the spider hidden in the
flower. He read this story with his teacher & told her he'd been stung by a
bee before haha cheeky little liar!! He has struggled a little with the morning
routine being quite strict & as he’s tired I’ve not woken him early but he
wants a chance to play even for ten minutes so Im going to get him a little
alarm clock. He would enjoy that more as he gets so grumpy if I wake him haha*
I made him a little craft organizer so each morning he has picture cars of what
he’s to do & he moves it from the ‘do it’ slot to the ‘done’. He is so
excited by this so again hopefully this encourages a great morning routine for
him. He is just incredible being so adaptable & confident. My lil
superstar* Im so ridiculously proud. </span></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">My lil superstar came out of school each day last week with such a smile, huge & confident, & his green sticker for good behaviour shown within seconds of our greeting. He is so proud of these stickers & being on the green board in his classroom. He understood very quickly he has rules & guidelines to follow for good behavior & as they are similar to the morals we have taught he is confident in them, knowing he will not be rewarded if he acts poorly. Ive told him I will always be so awesomely proud of him even if he was on the yellow board as a warning or red for mis-behaving as I know at least its educating him. He will on the yellow or red board some days Im sure & they have the opportunity still to behave better & move back to green so I have no doubt he will still gain praise in his day. I dont want him to focus too much on these stickers as Im so proud everyday of his gorgeous character even when he is cheeky, but for him right now, they are his thing. He has saved each one & its the first thing he told his daddy about his day at school. As he was so proud of his adapting, fearless attitude towards entering a classroom full of unknowns I decided a treat was in store. We had seen that 'Hugless Douglas' stage show was coming to Connaught theatre so I booked us tickets for Saturday afternoon. It was a brilliant, well deserved treat & Jasper has not stopped thanking me. He had such an incredible time, joining into the pantomime style chants & heckles. Douglas sadly exclaimed he needed a hug, the audience was quiet, intently watching & out of the sweetest mouth came "I'll hug you Douglas". Jasper standing on his booster seat waving frantically at Douglas. It was so sweet, everyone laughed & the show was just so captivating for him & fun. We had such a great time. He got to meet Douglas after also & squeezed him so hard knowing he wasnt really a bear, or really even Hugless Douglas. But so into it all the same. He told me Douglas, the real one, is still sleeping :):) I love his imagination & his dear innocent nature. The end of the story was about receiving the best hugs from Mummy & thats what he savored with me all weekend. Huge hugs. No prompting "I love you's" & "Your the best Mama & Daddy ever" </span></div>
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