Dust Off the Award Shelf

It appears that the all of the afternoons I spent with my grandparents’ glass Mary and Jesus (I think that’s what it was) statuette, pretending it was an American Music Award or Oscar as I practiced acceptance speeches into the mirror on the dining room wall is finally paying off.

For years I wondered when I was going to get a chance to be the best soap opera actress EVER or at what age someone other than my shower head would realise that I do actually have the X-Factor.  I was just about to give up hopes of strutting down that red carpet in a dress I think is nothing short of awesome, going to the after parties where I would nibble on fancy one bite foods whilst laughing like Julia Roberts … with Julia Roberts and Vanilla Ice.

Luckily, I’ve had children.  Children who have harnessed my raw talents and in turn are honing these natural born talents ready to take over Netflix and the iTunes charts.

Beware ladies, because Enrique has nothing on Noah:


13.7.11: Wind The Bobbin from Kirsty B on Vimeo.


And right after music award season is over, we’re going to rest up and prepare for the SAGs and the Oscars!



10.7.11: The New Jamie Lee Curtis from Kirsty B on Vimeo.


Mobility Scooter

Every single day my Mommy talks on the phone with my Kadie and my aunt(s).  On Monday I overheard my Mommy tell Kadie that I am starting to pull up, but that I have no interest in crawling and even cry when  I get myself into the crawling position.

What was that even about?  How very rude, if you ask me.

So you know what I did?  Yesterday I decided to give my Mommy a Good Will Hunting style “How do you like THEM apples” moment and busted out a crawl.  A proper, non-commado, straight up on my knees, crawl!

Trying to say that I can’t or won’t do something.  Silly, silly, Mommy.

I’m no performing monkey, so although she keeps trying to catch me, I keep playing tricks on her and only givingher snippets of my talents before I stop to clap or dance or squeal with delight.

I may have taken longer to get here than my brother, but sisters are doing it for themselves ’round here and sometimes slower and steadier does win the race.

Watch out, World! I’m coming for you.. one knee at a time!

Creepy Crawlers from Kirsty B on Vimeo.

Please excuse the End Of The Day Toy Explosion surrounding me.