Friday, October 30, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
He is our 'pocket rocket', I know, it looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
When Flynn was born, like all babies he cried, the walls shook and my quietly spoken husband just looked at me, what did I care, I was in love, and I guess you see what you want to see or hear. Sometimes I worry, like when he is at school, he'll alway's be in trouble because it will be his voice that you will hear first.
Flynn is our comedian, laugh, he can make anyone laugh, He has such a fun, open way.
Thankyou Flynn for choosing us to be your family,
thankyou for the roses everyday,
thankyou for being you, my heart bursts with love for you.
Happy 'birth' day Flynn.
When I have said my evening prayer,
and folded my clothes upon the chair,
and mother switches off the light,
I'll still be 3 years old tonight,
but by the very breack of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the greeness turns to gold,
I'll be four years old today,
four kisses when I wake,
four candles on my cake.
Flynn's Birthday theme was "come dressed as your favourite animal", there were frogs, dingo's crocodiles, rabbits and of course Flynn went as "Steve Irwin" our beloved crocodile hunter(saver).
Auntie Col, made this wonderful lion's dress-up, mane is to be added.
The story was Flynn's favourite, Three billy goats gruff.
He absolutely love's the end bit;
Sniff, snap, snout,
this tales told out.