A Few Favourites

It was a freezing cold afternoon on Sunday for this photoshoot...well done to this lovely family for spending an hour in the icy wind with me. You were fantastic.

These are just a few of my favourites...

Looking forward to capturing your wedding day :)

 

Cindy...

Sneak Peek

Thankyou for taking the time on a freezing cold day to help me out. I hope you like them...
Cindy.

Ugh!!

We have been down with the flu for what seems like an eternity here. I still have a sinus headache...it's been three weeks now. I just can't seem to kick it, but the kids are finally snot free and no longer coughing. Yay!!

In the midst of all the sickness, we decided for our own sanity to try and get out of the house. So when the weather looked promising on Sunday morning, we jumped into the car and headed out to Daylesford for some lunch at the lake.

Good intentions...not so good result.

The closer we got to Daylesford, the thicker the cloud cover became. Darcy fell asleep 5 minutes from town, it was flat out in town and parking was at a premium. We finally managed to get some lunch and headed down to the lake.

Darcy woke up after only 15 minutes sleep.

We exited the car to realise that the breeze coming off the lake was frigid. We shivered through our food and then went to give the ducks some nutritionally poor flatbread.

It was cold.

 Charlotte wanted to eat the bread, and screamed when she realised there was only one piece left. Two gigantic geese with teeth chased the black swans away from us, very intimidating they were. The girls went on the playground, but lasted only 5 minutes before they came out saying it was boring. Charlotte was shivering out of her skin, so we call it a day and got back into the warm car and headed for home.

Maybe we will return when the weather is guaranteed to be kinder.

Looking forward to some Spring weather, with desperation actually. Dreaming of twenty degree days and sunshine...and an end to flu season.

This Girl

has been elusive of late.

 I guess that's what happens when they are at school for most of the day. Some days I miss her. Some days I wish she could stay at school longer.

She has changed since starting school. Some good, some not so good.
She loves to share with her brother and sister, most of the time.
She has a kind heart, and always tries to help her friends.
She has lovely manners.
She can be contrary, not liking it when things don't go her way.
She takes forever to get dressed for school in the morning.
She struggles with perfectionism, not wanting to try something if she thinks she might not get it right first up.
She has been invited to six birthday parties so far this year.
He hair is dead straight and getting so long now.
She won't eat yoghurt if I put it in her lunchbox.
She loves apples, and avacoado in a sandwich.
Her teacher tells me that some of the other kids in her class are in awe of her.
She is absolutely a social butterfly, she makes new friends so easily.
She still fits into a size four skinny jeans.
She would prefer to wear a dress to school over trackies every day.
She is doing taekwondo and fitness circuit after school twice a week.
She loves to read, and is at the right level for someone at the end of Prep.
We have just started giving her some pocketmoney, she likes to spend it on a fingerbun after school on Fridays. Not just for her, but for her siblings as well.
She always wants a hug when she has been in trouble, and she is difficult to resist, it helps calm her down.
Her temper can be volatile.
She likes me to drop her off at the gate for school, she has always been very independent in spirit.

She is a school girl now. She is six years old. I love watching her grow and learn. I am always amazed when I listen to her read, and spell, and add up.
Can you teach me to count by sixes, she asked me this morning as she was getting dressed.
I love that she has a voracious appetite for learning, and that she hasn't once yet complained that she doesn't want to go to school.
It puts joy in my heart.
Love my girl.

Oh Baby

This sweet little boy turned eighteen months a few days ago. He longer can be considered a baby.

The crazy curls are gone.

He can feed himself with a spoon.

He drinks out of a cup.

He throws a mean tantrum.

 He gives the most beautiful cuddles.

He always gives me a kiss before climbing out of bed in the morning.

He is still sleeping in my bed.

He is still breastfeeding.

He is not saying many words...only Mum, Boo, Nigh Nigh, Nanna, Pa.

 He loves to point.

He adores books.

He's gorgeous and cheeky and my last.

No more babies.

It makes me sad that he has grown up so quickly.

I love that tiny baby stage, but I don't necessarily want to go back there.

I am now looking forward...

To a house without nappies.

To kids at school.

To being able to work more.

To doing things together.

To continuing to guide them.

To continuing to teach them.

To watching them grow.

He had his eighteen months immunisations today. One in each arm. He was very stoic. No complaints, just curious about the cotton wool and sticky tape on his arms.

I love my cheeky little boy so much, and I still remember his birth like it was yesterday.

Feeling a little nostalgic.

Cindy.