Happy 29th Birthday today to Son #4. A beautiful boy, at 9lb. 14.5ozs. he was the smallest of my babies, with a mass of black hair, the brownest of eyes & the cheekiest of faces. Always happy & smiling & according to all his brothers, always the centre of attention!
He's the upholder of all our family traditions, the most loyal of brother's, the life & soul of every party & the greatest practical joker on earth (think Russian Bridehere!)
Son # 4 has lived away from home for nearly 10 years now & I've never ever had a single morsel of food prepared or cooked by him. With the gift this Christmas of a set of cookware from his baby brother, I was hoping that this would mean I may get to savour a 3 course meal from his kitchen before I shuffle off to the Nursing Home. However, a little bird told me that they had cause to open the oven at his house recently & found it full of dirty dishes, so I reckon I've got zero & no chance. Have a really happy day Sweetie & we'll see you tonight at our old family favourite, the Imperial Court, where once again you've cleverly handballed the cooking to someone else!
From the look on Son#4's face when he received the saucepans, he didn't appear to know what they were for! Can see from the baby photos that you were obviously an exceptional mother giving your bub a Rubik's cube to play with - you should defiantly include that tip in the book on bringing up boys that you are going to write for us all. A belated happy birthday to you too. I hope your family spoiled you rotten in between all those bed linen changes. Clare x
Happy BIrthday to Son # 4 Millie, I hope you have a lovely night together celebrating! By the way given the puzzled look on his face when he received his gift it is probably best that you are eating out. xx
the look on his face is priceless Millie! i hope he does manage to cook something for his lovely mum. happy birthday to your handsome #4.
although I may appear to be the domestic goddess, I too don't make many meals as the other half is a great chef & I cannot possibly compete. BAking on the other hand is my LOVE.
thank you for your wonderful 2011 prediction Ms Millie.
Life in the little village of Stirling in the hills above Adelaide in South Australia is just about as good as it gets! Enjoying a cool climate and 'hill-station' feel, Stirling is well-known for its 19th-century stone villas set on large grounds dense with roses, camellias, rhododendrons and huge old Oaks.
With 3 sons, 3 grandchildren & my work in a scientific business dominated by yes, more men, The Laurel Hedge was born out of my sheer desperation for something the boys just don't get & never will!
Quote This!
'No matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it all too seriously.'
15 years of renovating was over - we'd just completed everything & were really enjoying our lovely old Victorian villa in the Eastern suburbs of Adelaide. However we'd always had a fondness for the country life & without warning we found ourselves transported by alien beings disguised as Real Estate Agents to a house on 1/2 acre of wild, rambling gardens in Stirling!
The house is circa 1972 & with all the 70's features. Open-faced brown brick walls, raked ceilings, exposed beams, split levels - totally yuk! However, it's inherent design is great & the location amazing - tucked behind a wonderful old laurel hedge in a quiet country lane in the heart of gorgeous Stirling.
Happy 29th Birthday today to Son #4. A beautiful boy, at 9lb. 14.5ozs. he was the smallest of my babies, with a mass of black hair, the brownest of eyes & the cheekiest of faces. Always happy & smiling & according to all his brothers, always the centre of attention!
He's the upholder of all our family traditions, the most loyal of brother's, the life & soul of every party & the greatest practical joker on earth (think Russian Bride here!)
Son # 4 has lived away from home for nearly 10 years now & I've never ever had a single morsel of food prepared or cooked by him. With the gift this Christmas of a set of cookware from his baby brother, I was hoping that this would mean I may get to savour a 3 course meal from his kitchen before I shuffle off to the Nursing Home. However, a little bird told me that they had cause to open the oven at his house recently & found it full of dirty dishes, so I reckon I've got zero & no chance. Have a really happy day Sweetie & we'll see you tonight at our old family favourite, the Imperial Court, where once again you've cleverly handballed the cooking to someone else! 
From the look on Son#4's face when he received the saucepans, he didn't appear to know what they were for! Can see from the baby photos that you were obviously an exceptional mother giving your bub a Rubik's cube to play with - you should defiantly include that tip in the book on bringing up boys that you are going to write for us all.
ReplyDeleteA belated happy birthday to you too. I hope your family spoiled you rotten in between all those bed linen changes.
Clare x
so lovely!
ReplyDeletewas and is beautiful- is that ok to say- yes, very handsome!
ReplyDeleteKaren
the SMALLEST of your babies??????
ReplyDeletehe's a looker~
xxx
an oven full of dirty dishes...oh that sounds just like a bachelor, doesn't it! I guess he cleaned up a bit before the brothers came over! HAHA.
ReplyDeleteHe sure is handsome!
Happy BIrthday to Son # 4 Millie, I hope you have a lovely night together celebrating! By the way given the puzzled look on his face when he received his gift it is probably best that you are eating out. xx
ReplyDeletethe look on his face is priceless Millie!
ReplyDeletei hope he does manage to cook something for his lovely mum.
happy birthday to your handsome #4.
although I may appear to be the domestic goddess, I too don't make many meals as the other half is a great chef & I cannot possibly compete. BAking on the other hand is my LOVE.
thank you for your wonderful 2011 prediction Ms Millie.
much love & hugs to you ♥
p.s you HAVE to make that tart
Big babies are best, I had one 9lb 14 and a half too, the second biggest for me. Looks like a fun night ahead, enjoy.
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