Yadeda.

Again, I am feeling at a loss as to what to say which is weird as the racket going on in my head is trying damn hard to prove that sentence wrong.

I think a lot, about a whole lot, and it loves to whirr about in there, driving me mad.  I always used to think I was pretty relaxed and chilled but I've started to think that on the contrast, I get wound up about all the little things and get anxious and worried about absolute tripe.

I have got to learn to relax once more.

Other than that I turned another year older recently and my daughters made me the best gifts ever.  I'm even tempted to figure out how to upload photos on this machine just to show them off - they are that good.  Little Miss 13 made me a clock, carved out of wood, shaped like a sea turtle, and finshed off with a perfect paint job.  It is awesome.

Little Miss 11 painted me four canvases with an orchid on each, painted in a different colour and framed by words that those colours evoke.  It was all very cool.  Also made up for the fact that they really dropped the ball on mothers day, got reminded at the last minute, made me a gorgeous pair of earrings each and then helped me do some housework.

I love them though, strange wee beasties.

I find myself staring at them recently, quite amazed by how big they are getting and that I was one of the culprits behind them.  They are full of gangles at the moment, gangly limbs sticking out everywhere I mean, and they love to mouth off and prove their intellect and arguing ability.  It does make for some interesting conversation.

The other thing I'm realising about them is there are actually facts out there that they know and I don't.  I hope that doesn't sound arrogant but I come from a very clever family and all of us seem to still enjoy the intellectual stimulation of books, current affairs and quizzes that we partake in often, so I am not used to not knowing things that my children know.  I now find myself in the situation, after buying myself the Trivial Pursuits game for XBox 360 recently, at a loss for an answer to some random fact and my daughters chiming in with the correct choice.

My babies are growing up.