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  • Uncovering the true magic of childhood – apparently

    Uncovering the true magic of childhood – apparently

     

    girl eating at pool with seagull
    Li'l Holly showing how to make a Vita Wheat magically disappear – if the seagull doesn't get it first

    IT STARTED with a tweeted conversation with Romina from Martyrhood. Her children had cracked open the magic kit and were going all David Copperfield on her – minus sawing women in half. That could get the carpet dirty.

    It brought back memories of my childhood, torturing my cousins by making their Red Skins and Milk Bottles disappear. I even tweeted “oh, how I would have loved to watch my 12-year-old self trying to make a ball disappear under a cup”. Sadly for Romina, she’d already endured this trick a number of times by her children.

    By sheer coincidence, on Christmas Day some of the O’Brien family members had put together a magic show for the rest of us. Ella even got to play the assistant, which primarily required her to stand with her hands on her hips watching the featured magician. Thankfully we didn’t have to worry about her disappearing into the back of a box or being given the straight jacket treatment inside a tank of water.

    The highlight was Ella’s uncle trying to guess which coloured block was taken out of a wooden box by his niece. The fact he had to keep referring to the instructions kind of killed the magic. The O’Briens won’t be tacking this show on the road any time soon.

    All this magic obviously began to rub off on Ella. While eating dinner the other night, she announces: “I have a magic trick for you all.’’ We all sit to attention, bar Li’l Holly who’s too busy showing how to magically make a sausage bake disappear. We waited with baited breath. This could be good. She’s really taken in the concept of magic through all the various tricks she’s witnessed.

    “Ready?’’ she asks. We nod. Ella takes a deep breath, sits up tall and says: “Look, I can talk with my eyes closed’’.

    Have you children delved into the world of magic? What’s their favourite trick?

  • How one little boy’s wish changed my Christmas

    How one little boy’s wish changed my Christmas

    Birthday girlTHERE was a post half written on a little tiny notepad as I cooked homemade pizza with Princess Ella for dinner tonight. In between cutting up the sweet potato, zucchini, mushrooms and eggplant, I jotted down thoughts quickly before Ella’s incessant need to tell me the same knock knock joke repeatedly ruined my train of thought. That, or her baby sister waking.

    It started off with how the big guns know too well we’ve all got our purse strings loosened a little more than usual at the moment. You see, three big companies filled our letter box this week with rather large bills, each with a due date of, yes you guessed it, December 24. Merry Christmas to us and a frugal New Year.

    However, that all went out the window at 7pm tonight. My outlook on Christmas, on life, changed when I read a Letter to Santa in The Advocate Newspaper. The letter was from eight-year-old Staci. Tears are still falling as I write this. Those bills? They’re irrelevant. Suddenly, I just want my little girl to talk my ear off – bad jokes or not.

    I’ll leave you with an extract from that letter. Merry Christmas to you all and, please, make sure you hug your babies just a little tighter tonight.

    Dear Santa,

    My name is Staci … and I am eight years old … I wish I could be one of your elves, because my wish for Christmas is to have my baby brother back. He died in July of HLH. If we could have Joey back, Dad and Mum wouldn’t be sad anymore. Please take a gift to heaven for Joey. He loves teddy bears and cows and trucks.

    Thank you very much.

    Love Staci

    *UPDATE*: I’ve since discovered little Staci is actually a boy, not a girl, and so have changed the title accordingly. Also, on December 16, The Advocate did an inspiring interview with Staci and his family.

  • The Shed: The reason I ditched a date with Princess Mary

    The Shed: The reason I ditched a date with Princess Mary

    baby in pink hat
    My li'l Tasmanian princess

    By The Bloke in The Shed

    IT’S NOT every day you get a chance to snub royalty. Yep, a letter arrived inviting me and Princess Kel to dinner with our Prime Minister Julia Gillard, Princess Mary and Prince Frederik of Denmark.

    While it was an interesting offer, it did not take me long to respond in the negative – I’m enjoying spending some well-earned holidays with my own little royal family, the three princesses. There was also the little matter of forking out for the airfares to Canberra.

    Now I assumed Princess Kel would be delighted when I told her I’d turned down the chance of a lifetime to spend as much time of my first holidays in seven months with her and the kids as possible. How wrong could I be?

    “YOU DID WHAT?’’ she exclaimed.

    “Get on the ‘net and check out how much the fares would be,’’ she followed.

    “But what would we do with the kids?,” I countered.

    “We’ll think of something.’’

    Luckily, given the dinner was only a little over a week away, the airfares were the equivalent of the USA’s GDP and it made my original decision the correct one. Phew.

    It soon became clear of Kel’s motive. “That would have made an awesome blog post,’’ she sighed.

    Work, life and family commitments (not in that order) have made me a little scarce from www.threelilprincesses.com in recent months (is that the sound of cheering I hear?). A lot has happened in that time as I’ve worked hard to establish myself in a new position at work, a busy family and community life. Our little bubba Holly turned one and is growing at the rate of knots. Princess Ella has turned four and is far wiser than her years.

    After a bath-time, um, disagreement between Kel and I tonight, Ella sided with her mum and said to me this:

    “Daddy?,’’ she said.

    “Yes, darlin’,’’ I replied.

    “Sometimes I go with mummy’s team and then sometimes I’m on your team,’’ she said.

    “Tonight I’m on mummy’s team and I’ll be on your team tomorrow I will. Will that be good?’’

    “Yes darling’,’’ I replied unable to disguise my smile.

    I guess after four years I should be happy she wants to be on my team … sometimes. I’m quite happy with my own little royal family thankyou very much.

    Would you have ditched Princess Mary for your children?

  • Guest post: The uniqueness of family

    Guest post: The uniqueness of family

    family photo Tahlia Mandie The Parenting FilesTHIS post is by the wonderful Tahlia Mandie of the parenting files – because families matter and was inspired by two posts previously published here on Three Li’l Princesses. As a mum and psychotherapist, Tahlia provides some fabulous views on the topic of “family size and age gaps”.

    THE thing about families is that they are all unique. Like no two-finger prints are the same, no two families are the same. Even those that come from the same blood line and generational line… still unique.

    Kellie’s post on What’s Your Ideal Family Size? and What’s The Ideal Ideal Age Gap Between Children? raised some really great discussion and thought. So when the question of ideal was discussed, I could not help wonder what does ideal mean anyway?

    Every answer was different, every story was different, and every thought and opinion was different.

    There are lots of two’s in our family… our close immediate family that is. If I tracked back into my family tree I think I would find a maximum of three siblings. With eighteen months between my brother and I, we have always been close. Yes, we have had our fair share of wanting to throttle the other growing up, but now, as mature adults, we are pretty solid. I know he has got my back, and I have his.

    Watching Brothers and Sisters religiously every week I was always inspired, in awe, and fantasising about that type of large family. The one where there is at least one person popping in every day, different dynamics, different shoulders to lean on, and for brothers and sisters to share their love differently across the large family. There is large laughter, excitement, entertainment and even dare I say it, drama.

    There was always something happening.

    There is always something happening.

    So if I had to put a label on my ideal, this would be it – a large family of four children, hopefully with a mix of boys and girls, and a varied age gap between each.

    But that is the thing about ideals; it is unique, individual and special. My ideal, my dream and my fairytale are my own created from my own experience, family relationships and dynamics. Something that comes from my value system and what is important to me.

    We can try and plan, but yet we all know that plans sometimes do not work. Sometimes life takes us on a journey in a way that was not expected, not anticipated and certainly not even contemplated.

    So as we evolve through life and grow through life, the fairytale has been adjusted somewhat. The man I married and his values and experiences, finances, priorities, life and simple genetics have impacted on this.

    So maybe the question is not about what the ideal is, but rather, how we evolve, adjust and accept what has been given to us. How do we learn to change our once picture perfect fairytale to adapt to our current living, personal and relationship stage? There are certain things that sometimes we can’t control.

    So I have my ideals, this is okay. As of today, we have one beautiful little girl. As of tomorrow, who knows… maybe my fairytale ideal will come true. Maybe it won’t. Maybe I need to adapt my ideals. This is ok. I know it will be okay. One way or another my dreams have come true.

    {photo by Realtography}

    Tahlia Mandie is a psychotherapist, family counsellor and mum who runs her own private practice, Direction Exploring and now runs her own blog, the parenting files – because families matter. Discussing all things parenting and family matters to the serious stuff to the not so serious stuff, the parenting files is spoken with a little witt, quirk and humour. Tahlia also writes regular columns and articles for magazines, newspapers and other online forums.

  • Cherish your cherubs: Recording my princesses’ lives

    Cherish your cherubs: Recording my princesses’ lives

    Two girls, touching nose
    Best friends and sisters

    LONG-time readers may remember the Happiness Project I took part in, courtesy of Naomi from Seven Cherubs. She’s now started another project, this time titled Cherish Your Cherubs. It will run over six weeks with a different weekly task – record, remember, interview, praise, write and affection.

    The assignment for this week was to Record what your cherubs are like right now. Naomi posed some questions to think about before writing, but I thought I’d just answer those questions directly.

    Here they are:

    Ella, nearly four years old (just ask her), intelligent, funny and a giggle pot. She possesses great empathy and love towards others.

    1. Her interests: singing, dancing and talking… lots of it!
    2. What she likes: She is obsessed with ABC Reading Eggs, which is an online tool to help children from 4-7 years read. She was flying through it, until our free subscription ran out. Looks like I’ll be subscribing!
    3. What she dislikes: Baked beans.
    4. Favourite food: Steak. Yes, expensive taste.
    5. Favourite game to play: Snap, which is actually Fish. I taught her Snap, then called it Fish, now she refuses to accept it’s not called Snap.
    6. Favourite saying: Other than “I’m huuuungry’’, she ends nearly every sentence with “OK?’’ (said with a slight drawl) For eg, “I need something to eat, OK?’’, “I need to go to the toilet, OK?’’
    7. Favourite song: Justine Clarke’s I Love To Sing and Play School’s Put Your Finger On Your Finger On Your Finger – just that particular verse… over and over again.
    8. Favourite television show: Despite hearing quite a bit of “to your stations, Octonauts’’, I am rather happy to say it’s still ol’ favourite, Play School.
    9. Favourite book: This changes too frequently, mainly because we go to the library most Saturdays. Today it would be Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy.
    10. Favourite friend: Definitely her baby sister. She loves her like she loves no other. As far as non-related friends, she has a bestie at school (aka child care) who she keeps inviting to come for a sleepover. When I ask where she’d sleep, she replies: “my bean bag’’.

    babyHolly, 10 months old, happy, easy going and pretty adept at meeting the physical milestones early. Loves to give kisses.

    1. Her interests: Dancing and singing. Can you see a theme here? Already, she rocks it out when music plays and starts making a “ahhhh’’ noise.
    2. What she likes: Boobie juice and the sight of mum, dad or her sister first thing after waking up.
    3. What she dislikes: Sleep… still.
    4. Favourite food: Steak. Where do these girls get their taste from?
    5. Favourite game to play: Peek-a-boo.
    6. Favourite saying: “Dad dad’’. Although, I am proud to add that today (what timing, hey) there was a clear and distinct “mum’’. Yay!
    7. Favourite song: When her sister sings Put your finger on your finger on your finger.
    8. Favourite television show: OK, so she’s not old enough for TV just yet, but she has been known to become a little glued to the box when Toy Box comes on.
    9. Favourite book: Growl. Eeerytime the word “growl’’ is read, she responds with “grrrr’’. Cute.
    10. Favourite friend: Her big sister. Clearly. Apart from when she gets in her face too much and then she doesn’t want a bar of her.

    What traits do you love about your cherubs? Can you relate to any of the above?

    Read more Cherish Your Cherubs: Record posts.

  • SHED: Family will always come first

    SHED: Family will always come first

    cuddles Three Li'l PrincessesTHE memories of going into my dad’s work with him as a kid remain as vivid as if they occurred yesterday. I still recall every step up the stairs to the office where he ran a construction company and I even remember the distinct, peculiar and unique crisp smell of the carpet which I have never rediscovered to this day.

    Being a bit of a mistake, my arrival was towards the end of my father’s office professional life, but the occasional journeys with dad into his work were brilliant. It felt like I was being let into a secret society. It may even be why I trended towards an office career than a trade like so many of my brothers.

    Last weekend I took my three Princesses into work with me. Princess Ella has been into my work often for short stints with me, Kel used to work there before becoming a mummy blogger and PR consultant and Baby Holly won’t remember it anyway. But being in there as a family reminded me of my memories with dad.

    My life has got a whole lot busier of late. Some of you may have, but probably not, noticed I’ve been spending a lot less time in The Shed. A work promotion has taken all my focus and left little time for thinking about tinkering here.

    A little over a year ago, just to add to the schedule, I joined a service club to give back to our community and I’m clinging to a lesson from that club. “Family first, work second and service thereafter’’.

    While I’ve been working hard to establish my new work position and will continue to do so, family is the most important thing in life. I’ve tried to devote as much quality time with the girls as possible, hence the weekend’s excursion. The girls, particularly Princess Ella, loved it – interacting with the people there and discovering a dish of chocolate caramels (otherwise known as “motivators’).

    It’s a delicate balance, but I hope it shows my girls they are always included and a part of my life, as well as acknowledging none of it could happen without their support.

    Did you ever visit your parents at work as a child? What are your memories?