I've changed my mind.

Ivy is not cute. In fact, she is pure evil. I've had not quite 3 hours sleep and a tradesman will be on my doorstep this morning, ready to bash away for the entire day so my fantasies of crawling back into bed at some point are just that. *insert big old tired sigh* So anyway, to keep me from eating my young, I've done some proofing in the wee hours.
Here's my contribution for the day. Or is it night?


These were taken yesterday - the other boy is Nick, our neighbour and the boys partner in crime. They've taken to spying on the woman next door, who they've lovingly christened "Mountain Moose".




Playing leapfrog...


Ava strangling Ivy, again.




I could post more but I'm slipping into a coma so best go. I can hear some Choc Butternut snaps calling me for breakfast.

xx

Guess what? She's still cute :p

And she can speak. (When she's not eating iron animals).

Children are amazing.

Because they can spend an hour mastering not falling off a plank of wood. (Click if you'd like to see it bigger.)

Finally got around to proofing the rest of the photos from the "flying" photo shoot below..Ava really does adore Ivy - yesterday I was feeding Ivy and Ava got up on the lounge, hugged both of us and said "I love my girls". heehee.
A few more of Princess A & Princess I :p

I'm not jumping. I'm flying.

is what Ava announced today. It's no coincidence that many of my Ava photos are of her jumping - bed, lounge, her Dad's back...they're all fair game. The only reason she's almost nakie is because we were inbetween the 19th wardrobe change of the day. I do love her concept though - jumping means you come back down again, flying indicates she'll just keep on going. Soar, sweet child, soar.

Since when do 13 year olds look like this??

My gorgeous niece, India, came to stay with her equally gorgeous brother Bass this week... It's been too long between visits and the kids had such a great time...I knew India was beautiful but I'm still amazed at the photos I captured - she is the sweetest child, so innocent and softly spoken..but here you'd think she was an 18 year old woman of the World. I had not one bad photo of her. She probably thinks I'm a bit nutty the way I've told her how beautiful she is every 10 minutes but hey, that's what Aunties are for. I meant to get around to some boy photos but it just didn't happen. After all, how can mud and Gabe Cube compete with tutu's and roses? Sorry Basey, I'll get there next time, promise.

Pass The Serapax, Please.

It's school holidays. Not that I don't love a house full of fighting, whining, bored children. And did I mention the washing? Mmmm, I'm sure vacations are simply put there to make us feel sooo much better about the school fee bill when it arrives sometime this week. Hell, I'd pay double today.

On a brighter note, today we went ice skating!! I even donned a pair of skates and got myself out there, clinging to the rails like some deranged geriatric for all of two laps before I conceded defeat but hey, I did it. Luca picked it up in no time and was flying around like it was nothing. Crayte decided he was actually Dean himself, or is it Torville?, and worked up a sweat strutting his stuff. Mason announced after 6 minutes that he hated it and was never doing it again. Skates off, planted at the cafe, he didn't budge for the next 2 hours. How very predictable!! It really was fun and we'll do it again soon.

Here's Missy Ava jumping around on her bed today...know that there was a whooole lotta bribing for the face photo!!