Miss me?
So it turns out that without the excuse of "I need to blog to help get my photography name out there" I can't quite get myself a-bloggin as often. It's been a while. I'm pretty sure you're cool with that. You're busy people. And my blog/online diary/therapy session must be waaaaay down your list of concerns. I just appreciate that you're here now. Thanks man
**Imaginary fist pump**
These days the supermarket is filled with mothers on the edge of cracking - "HENRY GET BACK HERE!" or "WILL YOU GET OFF THE FLOOR AND STOP PRETENDING YOU ARE A MOP!" or the most common - "No. No. No. I SAID NO!! You CANNOT have that!"
It's the school holidays.
Yay.
I kid. It's actually been pretty good. I've got some pretty good kids. Wait. Did you catch the repetitive nature of those last sentences? That came out naturally so it's official. My mind has been turned to mush by relentless repetitive questions. Some of my favourites of late:
"Mum. Does a tomato kill the grass?" What? Oh you mean tornado...
"What about a cow, mum?"
"Mum? Is a tornado faster that you mum? Na, I can run like the wind...Badoom kish
"Mum? Mum? Are we in paradise? Mum?"
"Mum? What's paradise?"
Questions. So many questions.
I know we'd benefit from me taking a more positive approach to parenting. I'm not too bad at it half the time. But I'm human and I'll admit that it's hard work. You need to flex your patience muscles on a daily basis. It's cool. You're with me. No one is perfect.
A quick photo montage of a few of our holiday activities so far:
We gave the girls the old Canon and they have been really busy taking a ton of photos. They even set up their barbies for the perfect shot making sure they are just right, just like I used to do when I was little. Except mine were all part of the wedding party of Barbie and Ken.
They were in hysterics while going through their 'art'. A few favourites:
K. Even I can't help laugh at the last two. Dorks. Just like their mama.
The other day I took T out for a a trip to Mayfield to check out the famous Overflow. It's a second hand /antique store that you could spend hours in. Got me some good finds - like the mirror that suits our new bathroom perfectly:
30 Bucks = Awesome!
I let Taryn choose something for herself, so after I vetoed the ugly $15 dress she wanted that would have only suited the dress-up box she was ecstatic to find this ahem beautiful bit of jewelry.
I love that kids see something so different from us boring old people. Like how after we visited Overflow we went for a fluffy and while I was thinking that that luke warm pie we shared and the coffee I was drinking was bloody disgusting and in no way worth the $15 we spent, she was totally happy because her fluffy came with a little chocolate and the table had a little duck toy on it.
One thing that I totally agree that should bring a smile to your face though - riding a lawn mower for the first time. Both Phil and I thought it was awesome too. 'Cos it is.
Thanks to Stan the mower man who fixed up our 'beast' so we can finally mow our lawns.
And finally. Who loves hanging out near road kill in the hopes of getting a shot of a Harrier Hawk?
This girl does.
Until next time :)
**Imaginary fist pump**
These days the supermarket is filled with mothers on the edge of cracking - "HENRY GET BACK HERE!" or "WILL YOU GET OFF THE FLOOR AND STOP PRETENDING YOU ARE A MOP!" or the most common - "No. No. No. I SAID NO!! You CANNOT have that!"
It's the school holidays.
Yay.
I kid. It's actually been pretty good. I've got some pretty good kids. Wait. Did you catch the repetitive nature of those last sentences? That came out naturally so it's official. My mind has been turned to mush by relentless repetitive questions. Some of my favourites of late:
"Mum. Does a tomato kill the grass?" What? Oh you mean tornado...
"What about a cow, mum?"
"Mum? Is a tornado faster that you mum? Na, I can run like the wind...Badoom kish
"Mum? Mum? Are we in paradise? Mum?"
"Mum? What's paradise?"
Questions. So many questions.
I know we'd benefit from me taking a more positive approach to parenting. I'm not too bad at it half the time. But I'm human and I'll admit that it's hard work. You need to flex your patience muscles on a daily basis. It's cool. You're with me. No one is perfect.
A quick photo montage of a few of our holiday activities so far:
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| This is her zombie face |
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| We have been drinking waaaaay too much. Full on TTLA now |
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| The 'fluffy mono-brow' |
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| Every time |
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| Phil playing Barbies with T. She was in fits of giggles :) |
We gave the girls the old Canon and they have been really busy taking a ton of photos. They even set up their barbies for the perfect shot making sure they are just right, just like I used to do when I was little. Except mine were all part of the wedding party of Barbie and Ken.
They were in hysterics while going through their 'art'. A few favourites:
K. Even I can't help laugh at the last two. Dorks. Just like their mama.
The other day I took T out for a a trip to Mayfield to check out the famous Overflow. It's a second hand /antique store that you could spend hours in. Got me some good finds - like the mirror that suits our new bathroom perfectly:
30 Bucks = Awesome!
I let Taryn choose something for herself, so after I vetoed the ugly $15 dress she wanted that would have only suited the dress-up box she was ecstatic to find this ahem beautiful bit of jewelry.
I love that kids see something so different from us boring old people. Like how after we visited Overflow we went for a fluffy and while I was thinking that that luke warm pie we shared and the coffee I was drinking was bloody disgusting and in no way worth the $15 we spent, she was totally happy because her fluffy came with a little chocolate and the table had a little duck toy on it.
One thing that I totally agree that should bring a smile to your face though - riding a lawn mower for the first time. Both Phil and I thought it was awesome too. 'Cos it is.
Thanks to Stan the mower man who fixed up our 'beast' so we can finally mow our lawns.
And finally. Who loves hanging out near road kill in the hopes of getting a shot of a Harrier Hawk?
This girl does.
Until next time :)
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