eight part 4

This week marked the commencement of the little pink thing’s eighth year of influence over the planet upon which we live and more importantly over that little piece that she so graciously shares with the rest of the family.

The seventh year of her rule held some significant changes for the little mite that are worth reflecting on just very briefly. She finished her first year of school in Canada, travelled a little bit (tick off Skiing at a world class resort, Disneyworld, Cruising the Caribbean, scaling the Eiffel tower, a traipse through Venice, the Swiss Alps, the Dutch Windmills …) moved back to Australia, started her second year of school (and completed it at the end of the same term) and started her third year of school and finally, become a mother to a couple of underground chickens rabbits. *breathe now*

Needless to say that having managed to get through all that and cope with three other brothers besides, she’s a confident little thing. Spoilt? Most certainly. Opinionated? You’d better believe it. She has already mastered the eye-roll (predominantly I believe due to a father’s lame sense of humour). “Da-ad!” she’ll say as the eyeballs rotate and the cute little face flicks sideways to look at me.

She’s taken up softball and has managed to do quite well, connecting with the ball and managing to work her way around the bases. Winter will see her attempt netball, which should be interesting given the lack of exposure to the game in this part of the family.

She has already lost the Canadian twang with her immersion in our home culture, though just occasionally a word or two will slip out with that little bit extra in it. She’s fitted in like a pea in a pod at school, readily finding herself a collection of girl-friends and mixing well. I’m not sure if they let her be the boss or not, but just perhaps in amongst her peers she’s managed to find a way to be part of the group sometimes rather than being the one that orchestrates all that happens around her.

Despite the fact that there are three older brothers influencing her, Emily shows no signs of turning into a tomboy at this point in her life. With an almost overwhelmeing collection of ‘stuffies’ as she calls her stuffed animal menagerie she can often be found in front of the computer with a Taylor Swift song belting out as she dances away for her own amusement or hosting a tea-party for a couple of rabbits whilst the brothers are off shooting anything that moves on the PS3 in the background.

But for all that goes before, she’s still a precious little girl at heart with a big capacity to love and plenty of hugs to dish out (when she feels like it of course). Generally happy, with possibly one of the best little girl giggles when tickled, the little pink thing is certainly a wonderful part of our family.

Happy Birthday Emily.