It was my niece’s birthday last week and she had a little tea party on Saturday to celebrate. She turned 3, imagine being 3 years old again and looking at all of the wonderful things the world is filled with through those innocent eyes. For a 3 year old the world is indeed filled with wonder, even the tiniest of things can fill you with amazement and the most mundane can be turned into an adventure. I see this when I look at my niece and revel in it. Her eyes are always on the look out for the next mountain to climb, jungle to explore or villain to capture.
She possesses a trait I never have and have always envied in my piers, and here she is at 3 and she has mastered it. She is fearless in her outlook. The higher she can climb, the further she has to fall the faster she can go on her swing and the taller she can bounce on her trampoline the better. She doesn’t stand back and weigh the situation in her mind, make a mental checklist of all the dangers that lie in the next action she is contemplating and then decide that on second thoughts it’s not such a great idea, she just does it. I have always been the opposite and still am to this day, I over analyse everything until all of the fun has been taken out of it. I am a big old fraidy cat and know that I always will be. I look at her with my stomach in my mouth (seriously, she is always attempting some stunt or other) and then watch as she emerges from each task triumphant and moves onto something a little more daring and hope if I spend enough time under her tutelage that her bravery might just rub off on me.
She is also a professional bossy boots. Sometimes she does it in such a sweet and cute way you don’t even realise you are being ordered here, there and yonder at her behest. With age though she is developing a confidence in her powers and adopts a hands on the hips stance and a very stern voice as she points her little finger in the direction she is dispatching you. She has the men in her life well and truly wrapped around her little pinkie, while the women around her will occasionally pull her up and give her a little talking to, the male of the species will do as she wishes without question. Her granddad is the worst offender in this instance, it would seem age has softened him and he will let her away with murder allowing her worse misdemeanours to go unscolded and chastising anyone who dares to set her right.
When she is not being serious and keeping her minions in check she will be laughing somewhere, a gorgeous infectious all is right with the world laugh. It is the kind of laugh that should be bottled and kept for dark and rainy days when nothing can lift the melancholic fog. She laughs most when she is with her granddad, they are the bestest buds and have such fun together despite the 68 year age gap. She is intelligent beyond her years and knows how to make others laugh and does so with the timing of Peter Kay to plaster a smile on all of the faces looking back on hers. She generates laughter through her actions sometimes, making funny faces or a comedy fall, but more often than not it is through her witty dialogue. She talks incessantly, never stops. Even when you have moved your attentions from her and have started to converse with someone else she will still be nattering away at your elbow not stopping and just biding her time until your attentions return to her and her ridiculously funny and scarily intelligent ramblings.
These are just a few of the reasons why I love this tiny, golden haired beauty who came into all of our lives 3 years ago. She was born to doting parents, a besotted granddad, and aunties and uncles who love her as though she were their own. It is no wonder then that above all of her wonderful traits she is full of love and kindness. She soaks it up like a sponge from all of those around her and it is so abundant in her that it seems to just ooze from every ounce of her tiny being. I am amazed by her on an almost daily basis and will continue to watch her and learn from her over the years to come, and who knows maybe I will teach her a thing or two, just maybe. Happy birthday M, love you lots.
In honour of M’s birthday chocolate cupcakes were made and adorned with beautiful roses and sparkly glitter. Now I was a bit lazy with the baking over the weekend (lazy might be the wrong word, I was pretty tired meaning all imagination went out the window) so baked the same cupcakes I tried out a few weeks ago so will just post a link to the recipe with some new photos. I also made the 1st recipe I posted on the blog, an easy peasy Pavlova(meringue), so again will just post a link to the recipe with the addition of some photos taken before it was devoured. Enjoy!
Chocolate Cupcakes with Chocolate Frosting