Turning 3

March 2008
March 2007

March 2006

It's hard to believe, and I'm getting slightly emotional here, but our gorgeous Frank turns 3 on Monday. Unbelievable. There's lots I want to say - Libby writing this time - but I'm pretty sure everyone knows how much we adore Frankstar - he definitely does. He's such a happy, chatty, funny, fun, sweet, clever etc etc wee fella and we are just so lucky to have him in our lives. He's a star alright.

Pure cuteness.

More of it.

Nothing beats a good pillow fight.

Locomotion or conga? Getting excited about the party to come...

"Pum pum" (no idea what he's on about - his favourite silly word. Favourite phrase goes to 'Diddlediddlefartfart.' It used to be 'Pappynappy' but he's been coached out of that one with a little more success).

Ya spoon!

Frank reaches for the honey sandwich, hoping no one will notice.

We're looking foward to seeing some of you at Frank's party on the 8th. Thank you for the well wishes, cards and presents which we've received already. Also a BIG thanks to the lovely Erina for calling around today to play with the boys bearing gifts of grapes, tissues, a magazine, chocolate and gingerbread men when she heard Libby has a cold (and a sore throat and a bit of a sore ear and a sore back still and a slight fever and general aches and pains...Haha! I'm fine, honestly but I hope to get rid of my Rudolph nose quick smart).

Double Shananigans!!

Clue No.2 about who really writes this blog.

Some recent snaps of family fun here before I go off to bed and sing to my clown.

Mum and Dad took us for a bike trip. It was cool except Dad doesn't go fast enough and Mum nearly fell off in the tunnel.

And they took us for a 'beer' - it was nice and sweet and me and Frank drank it all and then played chasing - we had lots of energy!
We even shared straws.

Dad went away for a few days while RoRo came to stay and play with us. He took this photo on top of Mt Hobson - he said he must be an Angel

He went with these funny men. We stayed at home and played with RoRo cos Mum has put her back out. Its nearly better though.

I am cute you know.

And as for my Brother Frank, well - what can I say about the cross dressing rugby head bogan? He just loves his cars, even when he is pretending to be Mum.
He is three soon - I hope you have your dinasour outfit ready!