So it was my sister’s baby shower on the weekend. It’s a miracle she managed to get pregnant, being gay and all. But divine intervention! Another miracle? It’s a girl! Sugar and spice and all things nice.
I am a Feeder. I love to feed people. So there was a lot of baking.
Also had divine sandwiches and quiches. Must share the recipes some time.
Here’s my sister with her 37 week bump (she’s the one on the right).
Speaking of dresses, so many adorable options for baby girls:
I did not manage to attend the Anzac parade last week, as I was at a kindy event, but I did take along some homemade Anzac biscuits.
So did K (the Dr who performed my last pap smear before I realised she was my son’s friend’s mother). Apparently, she used the same recipe as me. I think my measurements must have been off, because these were hers.
My grandfather Jack fought in the First World War (my father was 48 when I was born). According to the national archives, Jack was 19 years and 7 months when he enlisted. He fought on the Western Front and had lifelong issues after being gassed. Will have to find out more details from my father.
Here’s my nephew wearing Jack’s medals to his local Anzac day parade.
On the domestic front, I cannot sew, and handed in my twins tracksuit pants in year 8 home economics (after she’d been graded for them- we were in the same class) in order to pass. If only my year 8 home economic teacher could see me now:
Distressed them myself. I tried the grater approach, but had more succes pulling threads with tweezers perpendicular to two cuts in the jeans.
Any news from your end?
P.S. So excited about our new princess!