Make me a Rockstar

18/01/2025

October 2014 was our first Frozen party. It was just the start of what was to come.. 10 years and hundreds of parties later, here we are. Remember this Netra Chetty?

09/01/2025

Aren’t children the funniest? While looking after these cuties, the oldest child would say something, and the youngest would copy all day.. I thought this was so cute. And then of course you laugh and they keep doing something even more… anyone else’s kids do that?

28/11/2024

Thank you so much to those that have sent messages of love and support. I deeply apologise for anyone who was inconvenienced over the previous few weeks.
The website is on its way to being up and running again, and I have access to emails so I will be catching up on everything tomorrow now that everything is returning back to normal.
The future is exciting, with more workshops and parties than ever, and I am in even more anticipation of the self development series getting into schools next year to make an impact for thousands of kids in the next few years. The future is bright.. and as usual of course fun & exciting! 🌟🌟
Lauren

17/10/2024

Yesss!!!! Our words matter, let’s make them count for something great!

These kids? They're listening.

They hear us when we complain. They know when we are talking about them.
They're not ignorant. They're not dumb.
They are so smart. They're processing everything we say. They are building their vocabulary, their character, and developing little personalities based on what they hear.
When I say, "He's my stubborn child..." He hears me.
When you say, "She is wild..." She hears you.
I'll never forget the day my oldest told me he was giving his food to his younger brother because "he's the good eater."
My mouth dropped. I probably said my younger was "the good eater" a dozen times.
You guys, they're listening to everything we say.
If you want your kids thinking they're "hard, stubborn or defiant..." keep telling your friends this out loud in front of them.
But in that same vein… If you want your kids knowing they are brave, adventurous, creative and kind, say it for them to hear.

Because they will.

📷: Amanda Oleander

07/10/2024

What do you get when you mix a professional vocal coach experienced with being in the studio who loves kids, with a professional audio engineer who also loves the recording studio and working with kids… the Recording Party!!! It was so much fun, and hey, they were having so much fun that they forgot to take photos! But what matters is that everyone had a great time, especially the birthday star 🙌🤩

18/09/2024

These are awesome!!

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26/07/2024

Dear husband,

There’s a life in the future with little faces in photo frames instead of before our eyes, artwork and ABC magnets won’t adorn our fridge, and these leggings I’m wearing right now will be long gone.

There’s a bed big enough, where little elbows and knees won’t prod us in our sleep and only our feet will swing out in the morning.

There’s a vase placed in reach of little arms because there aren’t any, and mugs will daringly sit on the edge of the table.

There’s a bank balance that looks a bit more forgiving, a bag I leave with that isn’t overflowing, and it will only take us 10 seconds from the door to the car.

There’s a free calendar that isn’t packed with swimming lessons, dance classes and muddy sports shoes. And we’ll get to know each other for a third time, before them, with them, and then when only two jackets hang at the door.

There’s a clean car, the only noise is the hum of the radio. There will be no endless questions in a high pitched voice from the back seat, there may even be days we don’t hear from them at all.

There’s a date night with no curfew, my mums not needed for babysitting, and we aren’t sleeping with one eye open waiting for the shuffle of feet down the hallway. A type of freedom that feels heavy.

There’s a house that’s clean, maybe our couch is new, and we aren’t stepping on Lego or toy cars either. In fact there’s not much colour anywhere, remember how we hated all the colour? Remember how it came with so much happiness?

There’s a dinner table that feels big, we aren’t negotiating bites of vegetables or wiping little hands and mouths. But sometimes there’s a knock on the door and the table is full once more.

There’s a shower that doesn’t sound like baby cries, a coffee that is warm and my body will be my own. We won’t wear tired the same way but time will have aged us anyway.

There will be hard moments to come that will make these moments look easy, but we’ll remember.
We’ll remember the first words, the curls, the “I love you’s” the moments we almost broke, and how we held each other through it. We’ll laugh and we’ll cry just like we did then.

There’s a life in the future and it’s coming for us every day. So let’s get swept up in the beautiful chaos in front of us.
Let’s make the future wait a little longer.
Because I love this life with you so much,
this one right now.

Credit to the rightful owner👇
Words: Jess Urlichs, Writer
Art: angelica.ch.r

27/06/2024

Welcome to the team entertainer extraordinaire Chanelle! She’s a triple threat (singer, dancer and actress) who occasionally Stilt-walks and performs in aged care facilities. She can’t wait to do your next Rockstar/recording/movie/themed party! (Yes she might be even be convinced to do a stilt walking party for you!)
PM for more party information 💃🥳🎉🎈🎊🎥

21/06/2024

Take this as your gentle reminder this Friday that you were never meant to work 40+hours per week, scheduling and remembering all the childrens activities, being a chauffeur, cleaner, teacher, emotional regulator and fixer-upper of everything. You are a human BEING not a human DOING & you are more than just a mum and wife, you are also uniquely YOU! Take some time this weekend to remember the creative you, the friend you, the daughter you, the one with the hobbies and interests, the one who also needs to take care of herself and put her own oxygen mask on. You are LOVED more than you could ever know.
That’s your Friday reminder ❤️

12/06/2024

May you never be the reason why your daughter, who loves wearing colorful and sparkly outfits with dreams of being in fashion, now wears plain clothes.

Or why your son, who loves dancing and singing, never takes the stage by storm again.

Or why your daughter who always spoke so excitedly about her dreams, is now silent and on a path that makes more sense for a career.

Or why your son who loves soccer quits to focus on something more practical.

There is no need to kill your children’s dreams before they have even had a chance to form fully.
A few discouraging words are all it takes to sway your kids away from something that gives them joy.

So, let them dream and be who they are.
Build them up. Support them.
Encourage them. Guide them.
And help them when they need.

Never dim your child’s light.

Your job as their parent
is to make them shine brighter.

✍️:
📸:

09/06/2024

"When I asked my 11-year-old son to help me unload dirt from our small pickup into his mother’s new garden boxes, his reaction was typical.
“Ummmm… I’m busy right now,” He said.
He was playing Roblock on the family laptop, wearing sweat pants and an old T-shirt, lounging on the sofa, feet on the coffee table.
“No you’re not,” I said.
There was a fight, moaning, excuses... the usual.
Moments later, we were next to a wheelbarrow shoveling dirt. He looked at me with flat eyes, his hood up, shoulders slumped, and said, “Why do we have to do this?”
I thought for a moment, because I’ll admit, it was a valid question. Neither of us were all that into flowers or vegetables, or any of the things that would be grown in those garden boxes. But my wife, Mel, loves gardening.
I thought, and he waited, and finally I said, “When you love someone, you serve them.”
I went on, telling him that I want him to grow up to be the kind of man who serves his family, friends, and community.
“This” I said while gesturing to the dirt, and the garden boxes I built the weekend before, and the wheelbarrow and shovel, and the first of many truckloads of dirt we would unload over the next few weeks, “Is what love looks like.”
He didn’t like my answer. I could see it in the way he reluctantly picked his shovel back up.
We finished unloading the dirt. The next day, while I was at work, and the kids and Mel had the day off because it was between terms, Mel sent me this picture. Mel picked up another load of dirt and before she had a chance to unload it, Tristan voluntarily started working. When she asked him “why,” he shrugged and said, “Because I love you.”
I’d never been prouder of my son.
Credit: Clint Edwards

08/06/2024

I really feel for the kids and youth these days. Must be so tough! We need to keep standing in the gap for them ❤️

01/06/2024

Movie green screen party fun! Thanks for having Dash, Emily!

31/05/2024

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