<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:24:23.913+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebony-Rose</title><subtitle type='html'>The earth is one country, mankind its citizens</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-1038171798183780998</id><published>2009-09-03T12:37:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:29:33.923+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Centro Smile Competition Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee7/blackmyst6/9468-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 533px; height: 800px;" src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee7/blackmyst6/9468-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And the voting begins!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I've made my vote &amp;amp; realised that my entry is not the same one they told me it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm still over the moon because I love this one!  If your looking to vote you can here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;www.smilephotos.com.au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;And if you like my entry and want to vote for mine, its located at Colonnades Centro.  I would appreciate any votes that I get :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Voting starts today Thursday 3rd September until Sunday 20th September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I wonder if I can make it over to the Mainland sometime to pick up my mounted picture, lets hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here is my entry....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Taken at Little Sahara on Kangaroo Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;ETA my picture isn't coming up properly, its cut some of it off on here, just so you bloggers know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-1038171798183780998?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1038171798183780998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=1038171798183780998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/1038171798183780998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/1038171798183780998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2009/09/centro-smile-comp-update.html' title='Centro Smile Competition Update'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-2142616399634888883</id><published>2009-08-26T13:39:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:30:11.539+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a finalist!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpTkTuwRImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2Z8J913cdt4/s1600-h/9468-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpTkTuwRImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2Z8J913cdt4/s400/9468-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374171282978972258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my heart is a little excited today.  This is the first competition I have entered regarding photography and I entered for a little fun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled out pictures that I wouldn't necessarily call my best work, but chose the ones that made me SMILE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I entered the Centro Smile Competition and I'm a finalist at the Colonnades Centro.  So I was told that my picture will be displayed in the Centre from September the 5th through to the 20th where local shoppers can make their vote!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I'm no where near the centre but it is my "local" one if you can call it that.  So its up the local community to choose their favourite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a chance at winning a camera I believe if your the local winner.  And then there is a national prize of $10,000 up for grabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually just happy that I'm a finalist and also that my photo is on a canvas somewhere lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so so happy today! That phone call has totally made my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here is the picture that will be on display - this picture sure does make me smile though :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ETA i can't find the photo on my computer, will add when its found lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-2142616399634888883?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/2142616399634888883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=2142616399634888883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/2142616399634888883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/2142616399634888883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-finalist.html' title='I&apos;m a finalist!!!'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpTkTuwRImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/2Z8J913cdt4/s72-c/9468-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-4119144308692765592</id><published>2009-08-24T13:59:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:14:41.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a bad Blogger....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpISsTfqldI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/he2HOc1gGjw/s1600-h/IMG_8713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpISsTfqldI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/he2HOc1gGjw/s400/IMG_8713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373377857763055058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well well well, I'm back.  I blame my absence on obvious things like, being totally and utterly useless and also due to the fact that it took a LOT for me to remember how to get back into my blog...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been so so long since my last post, I believe over a year now... well so much has happened in that time so where to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off the most important event that has happened has been the birth of my baby boy Ashton.  Born on 120209 and terrible handsome :)  He is now a 7 month old *yikes* with one tooth and the next one lining itself up to come out in the next couple days.  He is a very curious young man, who is afraid the world is going to pass him by.  He takes in everything, absolutely everything.  He loves watching people, cars, anything really, he just likes to observe.  His brother and sister adore him, and he does them too.  Its great to have a little one, well not always like waking up to a screaming baby for a couple hours, but in the end its all worth it, isn't it? Of course it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which takes me to my next big event which was a interstate move from NSW all the way to Kangaroo Island in S.A but not only that in itself, but the fact that I made the move and 18hr drive with my father 3 days after having my baby boy.  Now that I think back, I believe I had lost my mind to have done that.  But all was well and worked out and now my family resides on K.I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its great in the way down here because of its beauty, serenity.  Its so peaceful, and not much can stress you out down here.  I do miss all the shops that I could pop down to, visiting the cinema's which used to be 5 mins down the road but I will get my dose of instore shopping soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll leave it at that for now, its raining down here, and so cold I have the fire going but its a great peaceful day here, and although the older two ask every now again for Mc D's and KFC I don't think they miss it that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post a pic most friends have already seen, but will have to do until I buy a new lens (which I've been talking about doing for umm over a month now *blush*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-4119144308692765592?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4119144308692765592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=4119144308692765592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/4119144308692765592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/4119144308692765592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2009/08/such-bad-blogger.html' title='Such a bad Blogger....'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpISsTfqldI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/he2HOc1gGjw/s72-c/IMG_8713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-3011448036440734066</id><published>2008-06-20T18:17:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:13:27.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'>We stand still as time keeps floating on by....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFty_z_u7vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mi3ZrbhcJ20/s400/IMG_2528.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213887434226331378" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, it feels like its been forever since i've even visited my own Blog let alone written anything on here, I've been totally and utterly useless and I'm sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So many things have changed in my life, so many new discoveries and time just keeps slipping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So where do I start? I have no idea! There are so many things to mention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well obviously I have been keeping super busy at work (thats no surprise) I love parts of it and other parts I could definitely do without thank you very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I love about work? Well for one the adult company, which I'm sure we all crave for when we've been stay at home mums for 7 years! (OMG I can't believe it, again time keeps slipping away!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two the new friends I have made, so many good people to spend time with and have a good laugh with, and don't forget have a good drink with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Third thing I love? Fridays! Casual day and the beginning to my long awaited weekend, where I don't want to do any washing or cleaning, I just want to relax, spend some time with the family and have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The two kids are doing great! BJ has shown so much improvement this year with the help of a GREAT teacher, who has all the time in the world for him and never hesitates to speak to me about his improvements! She is the best so far and I'm thankful for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngaro is just cruising through her first year at school.  She has lots and lots of friends, loves her teacher and loves to please her teacher, always loves to do her homework and still has the energy to be up at 10pm or sometimes later! (lord save me!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFty_gxhcgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vD3jR88jpds/s1600-h/IMG_2442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFty_gxhcgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vD3jR88jpds/s400/IMG_2442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213887429066453506" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFtzAmXkjZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zb3-zY9Juvo/s1600-h/IMG_2462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFtzAmXkjZI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Zb3-zY9Juvo/s400/IMG_2462.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213887447748087186" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have had the chance to take some pictures of the kids here and there, I have also been dabbling in some mechanics (don't laugh ladies! I am my fathers daughter!)  I must admit I am loving it, I love the learning process and I love getting my hands dirty! lol :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One thing I do not like is this weather we are getting, its cold one minute then hot then wet, make your mind up man upstairs, I can't keep this flu at bay if this continues!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nikki has moved up to Queensland and I hope to visit some day soon on my own (I'm being selfish, can you tell??) But seriously I need some time just for me, or I may go insane!  So I will be looking forward to the first opportunity I can get to head up that way, and it would be great just to be somewhere new, unknown.  I think that alone will fix the yearning I have inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well be sure I have pictures galore to share, too many to choose from actually but I'll try my best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hope to update more often here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ebz xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFtwQLQCeNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gieBU2vg2Vg/s1600-h/IMG_2500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFtwQLQCeNI/AAAAAAAAAF0/gieBU2vg2Vg/s400/IMG_2500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213884416811759826" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFty_apuGQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bPraAlCI_s4/s1600-h/IMG_2493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFty_apuGQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bPraAlCI_s4/s400/IMG_2493.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213887427423115522" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-3011448036440734066?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3011448036440734066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=3011448036440734066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3011448036440734066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3011448036440734066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-stand-still-as-time-keeps-floating.html' title='We stand still as time keeps floating on by....'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/SFty_z_u7vI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mi3ZrbhcJ20/s72-c/IMG_2528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-6811819632703109054</id><published>2008-02-03T12:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:11:01.041+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Ava the rain is pouring for you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/R6UcPd3pq_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eEo8mL4wI1w/s400/Ava+Florence-Beth+Rosemeyer+220803+-+050207.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162563599891803122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the rain pouring down outside, I find myself sitting here knowing I have things to do with preparation for my own children's arrival home from New Zealand in 7 days, but when I try and think about what I should be doing I can only sit here and read my dear friends blog and think only of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sheye &amp;amp; Crayton&lt;/span&gt; and their gorgeous children and the tragic loss they suffered February last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have come out of the woods and started today to blog again for a Super Princess -&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://avarosemeyer.memory-of.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ava Florence-Beth Rosemeyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  I could not go past this day without writing about sweet Ava.  Ava has touched so many lives all over the world, how many you ask? we will never know.  Her name is being spoken, her story being told, her life never being forgotten.  Her family have been receiving love and friendship from strangers, strangers who heard about Ava's story and felt compelled to let this family know that Ava is still shining, shining deep within so many people and Ava will continue that journey forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sheye will always know that she and her family are always and forever in my thoughts and I hold hopes that one day I will meet this amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Love to you &amp;amp; your family sweets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ebz xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sweet Ava &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hold your family's hearts in yours today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we all hold their hearts in ours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;but the comfort lies in being held in yours....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-6811819632703109054?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6811819632703109054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=6811819632703109054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/6811819632703109054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/6811819632703109054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2008/02/ava-rain-is-pouring-for-you.html' title='Ava the rain is pouring for you....'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/R6UcPd3pq_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/eEo8mL4wI1w/s72-c/Ava+Florence-Beth+Rosemeyer+220803+-+050207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-8687190551290122924</id><published>2007-09-03T17:14:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:06:30.562+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day Beach Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee7/blackmyst6/IMG_2790.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The plan was to head out to Wollongong early in the morning to spend the day so the kids could have fun at the beach but we all ended up sleeping in.  So when i finally rolled out of bed it was 8am.  I made hubby brekky which was just bacon and eggs which is great coming from me as I'm not much of a cook.  Hubby is the chef in our house!  So we ended up heading out around lunch time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As soon as we got there the kids took off, its such a shame the beach is so far away.  Ngaro had a tumble over head first from jumping the waves and becoming unbalanced only after being there for about 10 minutes but she was ready to head straight back in after she wiped her face clean of all the sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B.J kept asking me if there were any sharks in the water.  Well I couldn't lie now could I?  Both the kids are content just jumping the waves and making sand castles at this stage which is great.  I took my camera in hopes I would get a couple decent shots lol.  The kids weren't in the mood for pictures.  I don't think i got any smiles and I kept getting B.J squinting which he is classic for, but all in all we had fun so that was great!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RykdQVP5uhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uGbaHb5bCmk/s1600-h/IMG_2700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RykdQVP5uhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uGbaHb5bCmk/s400/IMG_2700.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127661817156975122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebz xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-8687190551290122924?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/8687190551290122924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=8687190551290122924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/8687190551290122924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/8687190551290122924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/09/fathers-day-beach-trip.html' title='Fathers Day Beach Trip'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RykdQVP5uhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uGbaHb5bCmk/s72-c/IMG_2700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-1001062601495163103</id><published>2007-08-30T15:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:05:56.697+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has my baby gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RykYjFP5ugI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L1yUNlUm6PY/s1600-h/IMG_1708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RykYjFP5ugI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L1yUNlUm6PY/s400/IMG_1708.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127656641721383426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngaroahiahi Princess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(this is what she prefers to be called, she corrects me when I call her Ngaro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love this picture, shes so serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well we have just gotten back online and man its good to be back.  We have been super busy and being "disconnected" from the big wide web and it made me realise just how much I used to sit in front of my computer screen day in and day out, on forums and reading blogs and the naughty ebay I dont know where I used to fit in my sleeping.  So now i've come back i'd better be more behaved.  So I wanted to update my blog as its looking blah.  We've been super busy and the kids are growing up way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ngaro had her 4th birthday while we were away.  I look at her and see someone so much older, in most of my photo's she's always looked like the older on out of the two kids.  She already stomps around saying to me " I don't want to" and "It wasn't me it was B.J"  and her favourite at the moment when I pick her up from school, while driving home "where are we going mum, I don't want to go home!"  followed by a scream!  I must be pretty boring while my daughter never wants to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;B.J has shown so much improvement during the last few months I am so so happy for him.  He has just started reading recovery this week and is enjoying it so far.  He has put so much effort into his reading and writing and is very specific with his sounds.  When we would be reading and he used to get stuck on a word I would ask him to sound it out and he would use a mixture of sounds and the names of the letters, now its just sounds he has distinguished between the sounds and letters now which is great because I know it used to frustrate him as well, as he would try so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An update on me, well not only did i get myself a new Apple "YAY", I got my long awaited camera.  The Canon 400D and I am so happy and of courses I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT!!! Now to learn how to use it!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I will be posting more often so I can show how much my two have grown using my new "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ebz xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-1001062601495163103?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1001062601495163103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=1001062601495163103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/1001062601495163103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/1001062601495163103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/08/photo-sharing-and-video-hosting-at.html' title='Where has my baby gone?'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RykYjFP5ugI/AAAAAAAAAEY/L1yUNlUm6PY/s72-c/IMG_1708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-3937175563360487777</id><published>2007-05-24T11:26:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T19:13:58.272+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RyqO4VP5uiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3R6KiJ9EnJM/s1600-h/IMG_5598-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RyqO4VP5uiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3R6KiJ9EnJM/s400/IMG_5598-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128068224142391842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am currently stressing out regarding BJ's education and I just don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have had a lack of communication from BJ's teacher or school regarding how he is coping at school.  I took it upon myself to speak to BJ's teacher about how he is doing on the first day back of term 2 and got told that he has serious learning difficulty in many areas which were noticed quite early on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When i asked why i hadn't been informed of these things, his teachers response was she was just " too busy".  I have and am still continuously stressed about his situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BJ is in year 1 and I was told that he has serious reading difficulty, has troubles with learning his sounds which contribute to his slow pace in learning quite alot.  I was told that he every spelling test he cries and refuses to do it.  This breaks me heart that his teacher didn't think to contact me as soon as this started.  This began in the first term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my opinion he stresses out in the test environment, but it really was a shock as he was and has been fine practicing his spelling at home every night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was just told last thursday when i asked his teacher what reading level he is currently at that he is at a Level 3.  I know that by the end of kindy their goal is to reach a Level 8 and by the end of year 1 to reach Level 18.  I have no idea why they didn't think it was urgent enough to speak to me about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can tell i am seriously worried about him.  A couple weeks ago I completed a volunteer reading course which will enable me to volunteer at schools and help teach children with reading struggles.  I have spoken to the Principle, Vice Principle, School Counsellor and his Teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really get the feeling that his teacher just doesn't care.  BJ's teacher in particular every time i have spoken to her she has always stated that she is just too busy to help him.  Last thursday at our meeting I was expecting some sort of action plan to be put in place to help him, instead i was told again of his struggles and told to help him at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have asked for specifics, resources and have received no help.  I am more than happy to help my son but I just do not know where to begin.  I may be over reacting to some but I am so very worried about the quality of his education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have already had an interveiw at another local school, I can't possibly afford to hire any help and can't stress enough how worried I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tracy, thank you so much for having the time to speak to me breifly about BJ it means so much and I really needed the opinion of a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If anyone has any suggestions for me, please I am more than happy to hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ebz xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-3937175563360487777?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3937175563360487777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=3937175563360487777&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3937175563360487777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3937175563360487777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/worried-mum.html' title='Worried Mum'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RyqO4VP5uiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3R6KiJ9EnJM/s72-c/IMG_5598-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-3580608841965916969</id><published>2007-05-02T13:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:05:28.330+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Parihaka Kohu 13.05.54 - 27.04.07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well this has been very difficult and I am sitting here at Nikki's because I have culled my internet &amp;amp; home phone and the timing couldn't have come at a worse time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Friday 27th of April I got the news that my aunty had suddenly passed away.  I had been in an interview that was a waste of time and had turned my phone off.  To come out of that and get such news was even more heartbreaking as my father had been trying to ring me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still do not know how it happened, all I know is that it was very sudden.  Aunty was 4 years younger than my father, and they were very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I always visited aunty Haka everytime we went home.  She always loved to see the kids, and hear how things were, she was always very geniuinly interested in what was going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know for a fact it hasn't sunk in for me.   I don't know when it will, being so far away hasn't helped me with my grieving.  I don't think I will beleive she is gone until I go home to visit her doorstep and she wont be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know this will be hardest on all her children and moko's.  She would always brag to dad that she had more moko's than him, always brought a smile to my face,  but never made me want anymore children lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had been thinking about her alot lately.  About what I will talk to her about when we finally moved home.  She was very knowledgeable.  She knew alot about the family and for that I am so sad not to have found out more from her.  I was wanting to go home and pick her brain on our family history, family stories, anything really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My heart is breaking for obvious reasons but I am really worried about my cousin.  She is one of my closest cousins and I couldn't get a hold of her over the weekend.  I miss her all the time and my heart is aching for them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also for my father.  He was extremely close to her.  I heard that when she was buried it rained.  My father said she hid his tears for him by bringing the rain.  I really miss everyone back home and can't wait to get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uncle Ian my heart breaks for you.  Your darling has gone to heaven and is in a better place.  Love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In memory of my Aunty Haka.  Love you always &amp;amp; forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ebz &amp;amp; family xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-3580608841965916969?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3580608841965916969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=3580608841965916969&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3580608841965916969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3580608841965916969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/05/parihaka-kohu-130554-270407.html' title='Parihaka Kohu 13.05.54 - 27.04.07'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-6134770018867724010</id><published>2007-04-18T16:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:17:29.309+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a scroller..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From left to right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front Row&lt;br /&gt;Paige held by Lailah, Te Ao Marama held by Naomi, Ngaroahiahi, Toni-Jaye held by Mariah-Sioux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Row&lt;br /&gt;Rawiri, Tuwhakaputaina, Brandon-Jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken at Yatton Park, Tauranga 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXQHXVbUBI/AAAAAAAAADI/MUpssHeEQi0/s1600-h/dads+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054674981734797330" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXQHXVbUBI/AAAAAAAAADI/MUpssHeEQi0/s320/dads+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will write about what I have been thinking about the most lately....&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been missing all of my family in New Zealand. I have also been thinking quite a lot about Stanley's father that passed in September just gone. I didn't have my blog then so I will enlighten you all a little ok a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXRQXVbUDI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhufCj0WMCA/s1600-h/Nz+bound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054676235865247794" style="" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXRQXVbUDI/AAAAAAAAADY/mhufCj0WMCA/s320/Nz+bound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXRp3VbUEI/AAAAAAAAADg/UiELsUG9vD8/s1600-h/bj112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BJ &amp; Ngaro in New Zealand coming from the Auckland Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In December 05 I took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt; back home for a family visit of two months, yep, I missed my family that much! &amp; yep Stanley was staying here in OZ to work, lovely hubby I have. So we stayed for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; and quite a bit after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just before our trip we had heard that Stanley's father Chuck had been a little sick, perhaps Pneumonia but they were waiting on results. So the day after we arrived I took the kids to visit him. It was great to see him and Cindy and the kids and he seemed well to me. He did have an awful cough and had cut down on smokes considerably but otherwise I thought he was the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He had been back and forth to the hospital over the last month which had been draining, but they weren't sure on the diagnosis yet. We stayed for a few days, then went back to my family which is only a 40 minute drive away. A couple weeks went by, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xmas&lt;/span&gt; came and went, and mum and dad had planned a get together with their best friends for New Years Eve, so we made a whole family trip out of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a long trip about 8 hours long, it was tiring but the wait was worth it. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle manage a bar opposite the ocean it was so beautiful and refreshing. On our drive down, i noticed a couple spots on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt;. After we had arrived I knew immediately what he had as he came up with more and more spots. Chicken Pox, the nearest town with a Chemist was 2 hours away, but luckily the local store had some supplies &amp;amp; headed into town the next morning to get some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXRp3VbUEI/AAAAAAAAADg/UiELsUG9vD8/s1600-h/bj112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054676673951912002" style="" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXRp3VbUEI/AAAAAAAAADg/UiELsUG9vD8/s320/bj112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJ at Tokomaru Bay with his Chicken Pox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all had a great time, the kids had much fun, playing at the beach everyday, outdoor games, it was a lot of fun. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; was a good sport too and I'm sure the sea water done wonders to his healing. It was great to catch up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Paddy &amp; Uncle Michael and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt; cousin Angela who is still living a single live and loving it. Oh and can't forget little Mike, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chocco&lt;/span&gt; as we call him. It was great. We grew up with this family in Australia, we aren't related, but have always been like family.&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me know that I hardly drink, once in a blue moon if that! So being down there I was hoping to get one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So all had been well and we spoke to hubby almost daily.  I was bathing the kids getting ready to put them to bed so that i could have my long awaited drink, we had been there for about 5 days and we had two more days to go and Dad was bugging me to have a drink as it could have been the only one we could have together in years.&lt;br /&gt;So just before heading down to join everyone Stanley rings me with the worst news ever. Chuck had been diagnosed with Cancer, and they had given him 6 months. I was distraught, I just couldn't believe it, I was beside myself, and I was thinking I need to get Stanley over here to see his father. So obviously after many tears had shed while on the phone, I went for a drink, a very long one at that! I went down and told my dad and well drank like it was tap water basically. We talked about our memories together, which then made me feel worse because he was still here, he was still living. I tried to make the most out of my night, before I would let reality hit me in the morning. So I drank with everyone, but mum as she was feeling ill. We had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; and I think that many of you don't know but I love to sing. Dad was bugging me to sing with him, well it was supposed to be Dad and his daughters, so me, Nikki &amp;amp; Toni, I agreed, because I have never sang with my dad, and it would have been a great opportunity. No one else would though, didn't bother me, I went up chose our song, Eagles - Hotel California and all was set. But when it came to it, Dad folded &amp; asked my brother in law to sing with me. Cop out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, we loved it, and I still sang, and there was many more where that came from which lasted until the early morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So when we went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Tauranga&lt;/span&gt;, mum and dad arranged for Stanley to fly over. I think it was 2 days after the call. I picked him up and took him straight to see Chuck. It was a lovely surprise and I was so happy for him to have seen Chuck. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; remember how long he was here, but we ended up driving all over the show to see the rest of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Stan's&lt;/span&gt; family.&lt;br /&gt;For the last few days we stayed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Stan's&lt;/span&gt; father. It was always good to be around him. Chuck and Cindy came with us to take Stan to the airport. I took photo's which i still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; developed. I am hoping there are some great ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was the last time I saw Chuck &amp; he knew who we were. We did call and try to speak to him every two weeks, but he is such a traveller, that he was almost always out and about. But when we did talk to him he seemed fine. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;conversations&lt;/span&gt; were getting shorter as he needed his rest but I didn't really think of him being sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It must have been a mere 2 or 3 weeks since the last time we spoke to him and we were receiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;text&lt;/span&gt; messages from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Stanley's&lt;/span&gt; sister saying we need to come over now, and that Chuck is asking for Stan, he wants him there. I think the thing was that it came out of nowhere, it shocked us so much. We were on the phones to everyone trying to find out what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spoke to Cindy while she was at the hospital with Chuck as he was meant to have Chemo but he refused it. She did sound fine, and reassured us that he was fine, so that panic left our system. But that same day, we continue to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; messages from Gina, so we ring and speak to her and she confirms that we need to get there ASAP. We knew that Chuck wouldn't ask for Stanley to come over unless he knew his time to leave was approaching. Chuck had deteriorated so quickly that there was no warning, as myself and Stan were upset that we hadn't been kept up to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So one or two days later Stan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;BJ&lt;/span&gt; were flying out. We decided that Stan would go and see for himself how serious things were as we were getting such mixed messages from the two closest people in his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They spent a couple days up at the hospital with Chuck but he refused any treatment, he had lost sight in one eye, could barely speak and demanded to be taken home. Mum and Dad went up to the hospital to visit him also, Chuck was happy to see them and asked everyone where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt; was, he wanted his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt;. When Stan called me I could tell he wasn't well. But he held off for a couple days before telling us to come. When he realised how fast he was deteriorating he rang and all he said to me was "I made a mistake and you should have came when we did. I need you here now. " So we organised our flight which was two days away. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt; arrived around midnight I don't remember the days at all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Stan's&lt;/span&gt; old friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Braedon&lt;/span&gt; picked us up and we went straight to the house to see him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cindy was so relieved when we arrived, she had been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; it out for the last month having to look after Chuck. We held &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; for a long time. You could see the relief in her face. She looked so worn out and tired. She said that Stan had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;been&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; help ever, because she didn't have anyone else to help her out so it was such a burden lifted from her when Stan came to help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a little talk before I went into see him. Stan pulled me aside and told me he doesn't look like the Chuck we know. He can't respond to me, he can't see out of either eyes and he's on morphine. I thought I would be fine but I wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held myself together, but my heart was breaking for him. I spoke to him and told him I was sorry we didn't come sooner and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt; and I were here now and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and it would all be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I sat with him for about 30 minutes just talking. As soon as I walked out the door, I broke down.  I just couldn't believe how fast this disease had taken him away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next day my mother drove over to pick me up to take me back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Tauranga&lt;/span&gt; so I could pick up a vehicle to use. It was about 6am and I woke the two kids up and took them with me so that Stan could get some rest. We got there, I got the van we were going to use and Dad had told me to check everything out before I leave town. So I went to the gas station and pumped the tyres, but one kept going down. So I was delayed while dad came to meet me and get it fixed. I got to see my other sister briefly as she stopped in at the gas station as she knew I was headed back right away. It was a little breather and took longer for me to get back but still we made it. We went back and everyone was doing something, but we were like zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reason, I was getting really tired. So I went into the van as I love sleeping in the car in the NZ sun, its nothing like here in Australia. So I tried and tried but I couldn't get to sleep. I had headaches but nothing helped. I was in there for an hour and Stan came and got me and told me that its almost time and to come inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we arrived back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Tauranga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt; had been running in and out and in and out of her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Koros&lt;/span&gt; room. She'd look at him, and say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;koro&lt;/span&gt;, and then run out like it was all a game. It was a gorgeous day, typical NZ weather, a bit crisp and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;cold &lt;/span&gt;but lovely sun. It was in the afternoon, we had music playing in the room as we sang, and when songs came on that we know Chuck wouldn't have liked we quickly got up to change them and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;giggled&lt;/span&gt; a little. We could all see him slowly slipping away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Stanley sang a song and said a prayer, Cindy spoke to her darling and told him it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and that she and the kids will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and to just let go, but then she started to wail. Chuck knew she wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and he started to fight again, I'm sitting here in tears, remembering. Cindy apologised, and told him that they will be fine and she was sorry for crying out like that, and he began to relax again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Silly me needed my nicotine fix, and went outside with the sister in law, a couple minutes later we hear wailing coming from the room. We knew, he had gone, he was finally gone, and in no more pain. It was a relief but then worry filled my mind, of what to do next. Stan sang and sang with his father, and spent a lot of time with him. He asked me to ring everyone to tell them of the news. I tried and I thought I can hold it together for Stanley, this is one things he's asked me to do I can do it. Boy was I wrong. I rang my parents first they were only 15 minutes away as they were coming to bring some food to the house to help out a little. I broke down, they knew what had happened but I couldn't even tell them, I just cried. Next i tried &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Stanley's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Uncle and the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;, I was a wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have written such a long post already and it can very well become almost 10 times longer of the events that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; for the next 5 days after. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXPbHVbUAI/AAAAAAAAADA/rKyPb27-eAk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054674221525585922" style="" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXPbHVbUAI/AAAAAAAAADA/rKyPb27-eAk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waikaremoana Lake on our last day travelling to take Chuck home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We kept him for 5 days. He didn't want to be embalmed as it was against his religion. I was worried for him when I heard that but I will tell you now, its as if he was, because he held out well. He had planned everything already, which is why he was out all those times when we tried to reach him. He wanted to visit 5 places. 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt; and his family homestead. The trip took 3 days. First stop his homestead, which they drove past so flagged it. Which we weren't happy about. Second place was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt; we were only staying for a couple hours but did the whole tradition welcoming on, they had prepared a meal for us it was good. From there we went to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt; and slept the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I will say it was the coldest night in my entire life. And I had put on 2 pairs of pants, 3 tops and a jacket, all which I slept in. It was deep in the valleys and truly gorgeous. On our way to this Marae we were sharing the roads with Bulls and Wild Horses, too bad I was driving otherwise I would have loved to have snapped away at those, and the morning mist stayed till midday and it was cold, very cold. The next day we made our trip to the next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt;, and for some reason that didn't happen, so we ended up going to the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt; where we would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We stayed for 3 nights, we ended up at a hotel and we stayed there. There was quite a lot of uncomfortable feelings  so this is what we decided to do. However on the last night Stanley stayed at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt; and slept next to his father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiahKzoOW0I/AAAAAAAAADw/ek8GKh8QLWQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 261px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiahKzoOW0I/AAAAAAAAADw/ek8GKh8QLWQ/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054904838799645506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaroahiahi &amp; her uncle Te Manurongo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents had come down 2 days earlier, but ended up having to drive back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Tauranga&lt;/span&gt; which was 8 hours away because plans feel through for someone to pick up my younger sister who was away at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Kapahaka&lt;/span&gt;. So they had arrived back that day, extremely tired and I was so happy to see them. Did I tell you the roads from the first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Marae&lt;/span&gt; to the last one, weren't roads at all. They were dirt roads, barely wide enough to fit two cars, I was nervous driving all the way, up steep hills and back down again, is a trip that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ever want to make again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad brought a flag to cover Chuck as Cindy wanted one, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Tinorangatiratanga&lt;/span&gt; flag, and it suited him. I must say though, (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a bit upset that I didn't get a photo although I didn't feel it was appropriate), but Chucks Casket was the most beautiful one I had ever seen in my entire life. It was covered in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Harakeke&lt;/span&gt; all the way around. It had patterns through the weaving and it was just stunning. I'm not sure how others might feel about me talking that way, but I can only say that is how I felt as did others. It was beautiful, fit for a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He was carried about a 10 minute walk up a hill to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Urupa&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Grave site&lt;/span&gt;. The ceremony was beautiful, I sat and cried and we sang and his children sang and the day was beautiful. It was good to meet the family that we never knew. We had people in awe of our daughter because of her name. We didn't know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Ngaro&lt;/span&gt; was named after someone, and she was the second. All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Kuia&lt;/span&gt; just loved her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiafwjoOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/MKvTLpSxHtE/s1600-h/Bros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 323px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiafwjoOWzI/AAAAAAAAADo/MKvTLpSxHtE/s320/Bros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054903288316451634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stan &amp; his younger brother Manu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all it was just an amazing journey, trip and we learnt a lot from it and met so many that we are happy to have met. It was somewhat of a relief for me to get back to my family and just relax with them for the next couple of days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our Journey to Lake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Waikaremoana&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Tuhoe&lt;/span&gt;. The first time I had ever been down there, but it was honestly beautiful and we can see why he wanted to buried back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiahujoOW1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/n_A2OEYBCgg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiahujoOW1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/n_A2OEYBCgg/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054905452979968850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BJ with Urupa in distance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really miss him as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure we all do. In this picture off into the distance above BJ's head is where Chuck is buried.  I love this photo, he obviously is doing a Pukana, but wasn't prompted to, I was just taking shots of the Urupa and BJ jumps in and does that, so its special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard that her and the kids are moving to the Lake this year to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck you were special and you still are! The kids still talk about you and remember their times with their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Koro&lt;/span&gt; Truck!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiakezoOW3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vZOCGXF6wHo/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiakezoOW3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/vZOCGXF6wHo/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054908480931912562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lake Waikaremoana - Tuhoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Ebz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-6134770018867724010?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/6134770018867724010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/6134770018867724010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-scroller.html' title='Its a scroller..'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RiXQHXVbUBI/AAAAAAAAADI/MUpssHeEQi0/s72-c/dads+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-749850730486108385</id><published>2007-04-16T12:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T13:36:42.951+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye for a while</title><content type='html'>Update~ Our connection will end this coming Tuesday so I may be able to squeeze some more blogging in xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a quick one and unfortunately the last one for a while as we are going off line with our internet &amp; home phone.  We are trying very hard to save so we decided to cull what wasn't a necessity in our lives so off with the net &amp;amp; home phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be checking our alternate internet address from time to time so please do keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my alternate email addy to those who I have forgotten to email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackmyst1@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you all keep well &amp; until we come back!&lt;br /&gt;Much love from Ebz, Stan, BJ &amp;amp; Ngaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-749850730486108385?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/749850730486108385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=749850730486108385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/749850730486108385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/749850730486108385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbye-for-while.html' title='Goodbye for a while'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-1280313390481321548</id><published>2007-03-27T14:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T14:54:46.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My clever 3 and a half year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last week Ngaro pulled out my notepad and a pencil and started drawing.  Nothing out of the ordinary, but she wanted to write her name.  Anyway i wrote a few things for her to copy and thought nothing of it.  First thing she wrote was B.J.  Then she wanted to write mum, then Koro &amp; Nan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never sat her down and done any writing activities with her so I was really impressed and still am.  I am amazed that she could recognize the small differences in the letters that I wouldn't expect from her at her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the 3rd &amp;amp; 4th word she wrote that day.  You can tell i am one proud mum!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rgif87XbUjI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZD0TCQFM44/s320/25-03-07_1747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046459251545559602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today while we have B.J home sick from school she wanted to try the numbers just like on her place mat.  Off she went to find her "Dora home reader" as she calls it as she gets confused with BJ's home reader and home work book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RgihVLXbUkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bUEQiTBT1Aw/s320/27-03-07_0915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046460767669015106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't mind my shocking writing it was done with my left hand as she wouldn't let me write on it properly, she thought i was taking her "home reader" away ;-&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so concentrated while she wrote, and she was so happy of herself when she knew she had done it just right! She also knew when her attempt was back to front, she would say "oops thats the wrong way!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a clever little girl i have!!  I am so proud of her efforts.  She is such an independent girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-1280313390481321548?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/1280313390481321548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=1280313390481321548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/1280313390481321548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/1280313390481321548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-clever-3-and-half-year-old.html' title='My clever 3 and a half year old'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rgif87XbUjI/AAAAAAAAACs/1ZD0TCQFM44/s72-c/25-03-07_1747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-6504403055782352589</id><published>2007-03-18T17:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:33:41.738+11:00</updated><title type='text'>BJ's Pirate Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rfzn_MghUQI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Q7LfyHp1u8/s1600-h/18-03-07_1511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rfzn_MghUQI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Q7LfyHp1u8/s320/18-03-07_1511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043160755623514370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzoLsghURI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fHbKJKFPQ6Q/s1600-h/18-03-07_1614.jpg"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzoisghUSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i_ggV0HfsuE/s1600-h/17-03-07_1852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzoisghUSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/i_ggV0HfsuE/s320/17-03-07_1852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043161365508870434" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzoLsghURI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fHbKJKFPQ6Q/s1600-h/18-03-07_1614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 291px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzoLsghURI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fHbKJKFPQ6Q/s320/18-03-07_1614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043160970371879186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BJ's 6th Birthday Pirate Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was supposed to be stress free, well thats what I imagined it would be since we were to be having BJ's Party at Hungry Jacks but boy was I wrong.  It was a total nightmare, i was running around like a headless chook stressing out as the hostesses were totally and utterly useless.  (Thats putting it nicely)  Hubby has sworn that the next party is at home whether we live in a villa or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say the kids were oblivious to all the mistakes that were made at the birthday party so that was good.  They all had so much fun, we ended up running an hour late but thank goodness all the parents were understanding!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzpAMghUTI/AAAAAAAAACE/3LOxLrj0czU/s1600-h/18-03-07_1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 291px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzpAMghUTI/AAAAAAAAACE/3LOxLrj0czU/s320/18-03-07_1546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043161872315011378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzpXsghUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5IlPPTKpBE/s1600-h/18-03-07_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 292px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzpXsghUUI/AAAAAAAAACM/Z5IlPPTKpBE/s320/18-03-07_1551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043162276041937218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit i was very happy with the kids outfits, as i left it until yesterday to figure out what they were going to wear (nothing out of the ordinary).  I was very happy that i found everything I needed for their costumes at home.  I just added eye patches, swords, hooks, earrings and tattoos and we were ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics, best i could get as the kids hardly ever want to co-operate with me.  Im so happy the kids had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzptMghUVI/AAAAAAAAACU/a4I7RxR_R84/s1600-h/18-03-07_1601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzptMghUVI/AAAAAAAAACU/a4I7RxR_R84/s320/18-03-07_1601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043162645409124690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzptMghUVI/AAAAAAAAACU/a4I7RxR_R84/s1600-h/18-03-07_1601.jpg"&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzqQMghUWI/AAAAAAAAACc/iqsHNX1OdvE/s1600-h/18-03-07_1620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 285px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfzqQMghUWI/AAAAAAAAACc/iqsHNX1OdvE/s320/18-03-07_1620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043163246704546146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rfzq1MghUXI/AAAAAAAAACk/smctvYtv26o/s1600-h/17-03-07_1901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 284px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rfzq1MghUXI/AAAAAAAAACk/smctvYtv26o/s320/17-03-07_1901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043163882359705970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to a slide show i made &lt;a href="http://3791743744.slide.com/p/4/BJ_27s+Pirate+Party"&gt;BJ's Pirate Party &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-6504403055782352589?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/6504403055782352589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=6504403055782352589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/6504403055782352589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/6504403055782352589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/bjs-pirate-party.html' title='BJ&apos;s Pirate Party'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rfzn_MghUQI/AAAAAAAAABs/4Q7LfyHp1u8/s72-c/18-03-07_1511.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-4277509422503732215</id><published>2007-03-09T15:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:04:04.807+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dancing Pants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I bought Ngaro some leggings about a month ago and whenever she spots her grey pair she wants to put them on.  She calls them her dancing pants.  I'm not sure why she only associates dancing with her grey pair but I love it!!  Its so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic i captured last week.  It was on my cell phone so its definately not anything great.  I do love how the picture turned out though.  Ngaro was twirling "like a Ballerina mummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres just something about this shot, i wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfDqg8ghULI/AAAAAAAAABE/NsjHciVsL20/s1600-h/21-02-07_1600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfDqg8ghULI/AAAAAAAAABE/NsjHciVsL20/s320/21-02-07_1600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039785834746826930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Ballerina xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-4277509422503732215?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/4277509422503732215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=4277509422503732215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/4277509422503732215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/4277509422503732215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-dancing-pants.html' title='My Dancing Pants'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/RfDqg8ghULI/AAAAAAAAABE/NsjHciVsL20/s72-c/21-02-07_1600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-5351767432125739587</id><published>2007-03-07T20:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:37:44.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kept Forever In The Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/R6U1Vt3prAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iZddY9LDdRM/s400/Ava_s_Postcard_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162591195056679938" style="cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Re-xRJENfZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5T3U126L9bU/s1600-h/ava+second+attempt+siggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Its been 30 days since a terrible loss occurred which has affected me &amp;amp; my family and so many people all over the world.  Every single day that passes by I stop and think about a special friend of mine and her family.  They have gone through what no parent should ever have to go through, the loss of a child.   On Monday February 5th 07&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="" href="http://www.sheyerosemeyer.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sheye &amp;amp; Crayton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;lost their daughter Ava at the age of 3.    Ava spread her angel wings and flew to heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It was a tragic accident, that could happen to anyone, anywhere at any given time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;These words are from Sheye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Our beautiful daughter Ava got into our car which was, unusually, parked in full sun in the middle of the day. She had been with Grandad who lives next door (we have one wall around both properties) and said she was returning to my house but in fact went searching for something in the car. We always lock it. Just not that day. Once she got in she shut the door and was not able to find her way back out"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ava was taken to the hospital and in ICU for two days.  It was a battle that Ava couldn't win, as someone was whispering her name.   Ava fought bravely but on Monday the 5th of February Ava was taken to become an Angel, to watch over her family from the fluffy clouds above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The sadness I feel for Ava's family is unexplainable.   I have never met Sheye or any of her family, although I hoped to one day.   The only way I can describe my friendship with Sheye is that she is a "online friend", this should not be confused with meaning any less to me than a "real life friend" would mean.   Sheye is an astounding Photographer, her pictures capture the many moments of every day life just perfectly.   I have always wanted to become a photographer, and I am still no where near my dream but Sheye has given me so much inspiration and is a constant reminder of why I wanted to become a photographer. Why I still want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sheye is a loving mother, wife and friend who has great values and what matters the most to her is her family.  Here is a snippet from Sheyes Blog, read it and you will see what kind of lady she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I have four children really...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You just wouldn't know it the way I post pics of the girls - espescially Princess Ava. I can explain - you see she's never away from me. Like glue, she sticks to my side...a constant babble of "mummy i'm hungry..close your eyes i've got a suprise...can you read me a book...i want to go to the shops"...so when I pick up my camera, she's the first thing i see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's obvious for all to see that Sheye has nothing but unconditional love for her children, her family, her friends.  She has the kindest soul, she is giving, forgiving, caring, supportive, loving and so so much more.  I don't know why this has happened to this family.  It is so unfair.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I do believe they will get through this.  I don't know when.  They have the support of so many people all over the world and we will be here waiting and ready whenever they need us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;On Saturday 10th of February the Rosemeyers farewelled their daughter Ava.  Those who could not make the funeral were all saying their special farewells to Princess Ava where ever they were all over the world and releasing their own PINK balloons for Ava.  It was such a beautiful, peaceful day and we had no idea where we were going celebrate her life.  I drove my family for over an hour and found a lovely spot up at the Blue Mountains.   It was truly peaceful, i can't explain it.  We released our pink balloons for Ava and we all wore pink clothing as did everyone else all over the world.  It was Ava's favorite colour of all and it was a special way to remember her.  When the balloons were further off in the distance they looked like silver dots in the sky.  We are sure that Ava caught every single one of her special pink balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to some pictures of people all over the world Celebrating Ava's Life with Pink Balloons xoxo &lt;a style="" href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/ava/pool"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;FOR AVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some pics of our balloon release for such a divine little princess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 291px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/5-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 293px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/7-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 220px;" src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a35/blackmyst9/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" style="cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Everyone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Please please please!! teach your children how to get out of a car if they are trapped.  Teach them to sit on the horn and sound it until someone comes to help them.  This request is from the Rosemeyer family.  Just take one minute out of your day to teach your own children, your friends children this one important lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sheye &amp;amp; Crayton, my heart weeps daily for your loss, the loss of a true princess!!  Ava was such  a beautiful, vibrant, happy, loving Super Princess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ava is missed terribly, she is forever treasured and will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;We are always here for you and your family&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Ebony, Stan, BJ &amp;amp; Ngaroahiahi xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Re-xRJENfZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5T3U126L9bU/s400/ava+second+attempt+siggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039441416100347282" border="0" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-5351767432125739587?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/5351767432125739587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=5351767432125739587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/5351767432125739587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/5351767432125739587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/kept-forever-in-heart.html' title='Kept Forever In The Heart'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/R6U1Vt3prAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iZddY9LDdRM/s72-c/Ava_s_Postcard_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-697525284505799972.post-3668262453560182992</id><published>2007-03-05T20:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:52:40.649+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Man Turns 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rev2aKIbiEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ChT6ZtYO2Hc/s1600-h/IMGA3229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rev2aKIbiEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ChT6ZtYO2Hc/s320/IMGA3229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038391537400776770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today was no normal day, it was a celebration of my sons birthday.  It is his 6th Birthday today and he has been counting down for the last two weeks.   I can't believe how fast time flies, i still feel like i am 18 years old, just now i have two little precious children to love and cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember when I found out i was pregnant with BJ.  My sister took me to the doctor to have a pregnancy test and I couldn't believe it.  It explains alot though, i had been feeling very sick for the week prior, I remember feeling awful, a feeling i had never experienced ever before and I will never forget one of my customers commenting on my sickness being "morning sickness".  I shrugged it off obviously and thought nothing of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BJ was not planned, but a gift given to me and my husband, a gift i would never opt to give back, and one i have never taken for granted.  My pregnancy started some excitement in my family.  You see, I am the second youngest daughter in my family.  I have 6 older sisters and one younger adopted sister.  And in our family are girls, girls and more girls.  All the grand children were girls and wants for a boy were very strong by many people in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, i knew, i knew as soon as i found out i was carrying that i was going to give birth to a boy, mothers instinct.  I just knew.  When i found out that I was carrying a boy, i gave my son his name.  Brandon-Jaye i called him.  After my father.  I didn't ask anyone, not even Stan, it just came naturally.  Stanley was totally supportive with naming our son after his Koro (Grand father) so obviously i was over the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father on the other hand wasn't too impressed, (although to this day i don't believe his little lecture lol)  You see, my father thinks of himself of having bad luck, and that any child that was named after him was to have bad luck also.  Anywhoo I was having my fathers first grand son and i wanted him named after my father and that was that.  I actually gave my son my fathers whole name. Brandon-Jaye Tahakura Kohu.  I often wondered where my grand father or grand mother came up with Brandon-Jaye in 1950 in New Zealand, but that didn't matter, what i mean is that they had chosen such a lovely name for my father.  BJ's name was to be hyphened with hubbies last name too.  Dad insisted on changing the name a little.  So he provided a name which is Tamarawaho.  Tamarawaho is one of our Ancestors, my son has a very strong name but he carries it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how i wish time would just slow down, i cant believe how fast my son has grown.  I remember driving myself to the hospital when i had contractions, also pulling over at the gas station to get some batteries for my camera to make sure that hubby takes some pictures of BJ's delivery (which never happened).  Stan thought it was hilarious, waddling into the gas station, waiting until the contraction finished before moving any further.  Thinking back, i suppose i was a bit strange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember BJ's birth so well because it was so very frightening for me.  I had everything you could possibly think of in ways of pain relief, my delivery was not progressing well at all and we ended up having to have a forceps delivery (after being told it could possibly be a Cesar).  I had an epidural just prior so i couldn't feel my legs, but i was dreading having to bring my son into this world by someone pulling on his precious little head.  I tried as hard as i could to push, with all the might i had, and i still don't know whether my efforts done anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my husband Stanley and my sisters Nikki and Tangiwai in the surgery room with me.  Nikki was 6 months pregnant with my nephew.  I remember when they were pulling BJ out I heard clicks, i was scared to death, i asked the Dr what was happening, and i got no response.  I was terrified, all i had to do was look at my sister and she knew i was terrified.  Tangiwai is one big sister, and needless to say, they answered her when she asked!  When they put him up on my chest, he was limp, he didn't move, i couldn't see him breathing, i couldn't feel a thing, within a second i pleaded to my sister Tangiwai to see if he was ok.  Then i heard him cry, it was the most precious sound i have ever heard.  The sound of a new born baby just makes my heart melt.  He was finally here, and he was safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been through so much in the last 6 years, i could fill this blog just talking about my son, my little man, my buddy, mummies little boy.  All his acheivements, his first word, his first tooth, his first graze, his bright smile, his soft voice, his loving nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son is such a special boy, he and his sister has put our lives into perspective , he is precious, and heaven sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you always my son xoxo Mum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/697525284505799972-3668262453560182992?l=ebony-rose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/feeds/3668262453560182992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=697525284505799972&amp;postID=3668262453560182992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3668262453560182992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/697525284505799972/posts/default/3668262453560182992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ebony-rose.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-little-man-turns-6.html' title='My Little Man Turns 6'/><author><name>Ebony Rose</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EIue57kORhw/SpIUFybzlRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2JfulAWzf5o/S220/man.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_EIue57kORhw/Rev2aKIbiEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ChT6ZtYO2Hc/s72-c/IMGA3229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
