All Hobbits, Big Folk, Elves, and Dwarves welcome!

Well, it were bound t' 'appen. I managed ter make a fool 'o m'self in front o' Rosie Cotton t'day, by fallin' in t' the Mill Pond. But Oi suppose Oi should write down 'ow that 'appened.
My brother, Hamson an' 'is beautiful wife just 'ad their seventh baby. A nice, bouncin' baby girl which they named Belledonna. Oi've not seen 'er yet. May be a while 'fore Oi can.
Anyway, because it were a long, difficult birth this time, it was decided that their other children, my niece and nephews, were brought to our 'ole so the new Mum could rest a bit. Now Oi know what they meant by needin' a rest.
Now Poppy is the eldest, at nine years old. A sweeter little lass Oi've not met, but Oi do 'ope my new niece grows to be just as sweet as Poppy. Then there are the lads: Erling, 7, Hending, 5, the twins Rufus and Ruddy, 3, and then little Carl, who is 18 months old.
Oi was at Bag End tryin' ter work on my other writin' project with Mister Frodo's 'elp, 'avin' finished wi' my chores there. 'e suggested some time ago that Oi try ter write a book of sorts regardin' flowers an' other growin' plants. 'e said that it would be somethin' my own children an' gran' children would be able ter use ter plan a garden o' their own.
"Perhaps," 'e said. "People who cannot afford to hire a fine gardener like yourself would be able to still have a garden by reading your instructions the subject."
But Oi was wastin' more paper than Oi was ink that day. Nothin' sounded right an' Oi was ready ter toss the entire idea in the fireplace with all my crumpled sheets o' paper.
That's when my Gaffer banged on th' door an' tol' me that Marigold 'ad wandered off ter 'oo knew where, Mum 'ad taken ter bed wi' a 'eadache an' Oi 'ad ter watch th' kids. 'e looked plum wore out.
Well, it's gettin' late 'ere, an' Oi still need ter clean up. That, an Marigold is knockin' on my door wantin' me ter 'elp wi' gettin' the kids ready fer bed.
Oi shall write some more t'morrow.