That Great Big Photo Post
I accidentally dressed the same as my kids yesterday and took them on a family day out. Like, in public. Just kidding. There was nothing accidental about it. Joel kept groaning like he was embarrassed to be seen with us but whatever, it’s Friday. Confetti, confetti, confetti!
Some weeks I’m conservative with my photo taking and others I’m….not. This week has been the New Year’s Eve of photo taking (as opposed to, like, Ramadan — there has been no fasting, I’ll have you know) and since this lovely tent we share is also my online photo journal of our little life, I would hereby like to put forth a disclaimer before we begin.
Disclaimer: A hundred photos of silly little happy things will be flooding your view. Please avert your eyes to more worldly, meaningful news if you so desire. I won’t be offended.
I’m going to rattle this off in rapid fire, like that word association game only nerdy people like, I have been told. You say the first thing that comes to mind after hearing a certain word – a little blog activity today to record some favourite memories, some tiny little things I will forget in a year’s time. Little things we do every week, cute stuff my children are into, little highlights of our days.
And…….go.
Sunday markets….
Weekly tradition. Blueberry bagels. Juice for Ella. Kale we always buy but never do anything with. Good coffee.
Monday ballet….
Glances stolen. A shy smile at first. Complete concentration on her face. She listens to Miss Jess so well my heart swells watching her. This little girl who is mine. Oh how I love to watch her learn and stretch and grow.
Curls…..
Joel calls Billy’s hair The Mullet, but I will allow no one, not one, to cut those locks.
I run my fingers through them seventy times a day, twisting his curls round and round. They just fit into a ponytail. Not that I’ve tried that, of course. *ahem*
Neighbours….
Joel says he would like some credit for the composition of this photo and how darling it is. Anyway moving on. Josh and Trace. Our neighbours. They are such a daily part of our lives. We love them and we love their children and it’s all a big great love fest, really.
We celebrated some exciting news of theirs recently, so the champagne call was delivered over the back fence and we celebrated.
This is Ella’s crazy-scary-happy face.
Finn and Ella love each other like brother and sister. They fight. Oh, they fight. Ella steals Finn’s shoes and it’s game on.
Library visits…..
Major excitement. Ella actually knows the way to the library. Every time we pass it she will alert us to the fact that we just drove past the library.
She’s even big enough to check the books out herself, thank you very much.
New library book reading spots…..
I’m not gonna lie, witching hour kills me most days. I prepare in advance. Sometimes we just hop in the car and drive. I call it an adventure so the kids get on board. We end up places like this.
Where we feed the horses our apples and then accidentally don’t notice the sign that says don’t feed the horses anything. It’s acceptable for the horses to be far away but it’s unacceptable for them to loom their big heads over the railing. Ella scrambles underneath my limbs and demands I go and save her little brother.
We pack up our stuff and keep ‘adventuring’.
Morning coffees….
Not always but a couple times a week we head out for morning coffee. There are babychinos. There are little boys who run off and think they’re hilarious. There are double shot coffees for us.
Nail polish…..
The ultimate of activities. Rainbow manicures are top pick. Not even my dad or brothers can escape a little polish on their toes when they come visit.
Oh, I love her many faces.
There…how’s that?
Nope, it’s just not right.
Ok, perfect.
I love her so much it actually hurts to look at these photos of her. You know, I still pinch myself that I get to be her mum.
Which brings us to our family day out.
The kids love the train. Every few Thursdays Joel and I often take the train into Southbank, check out the art gallery, the museum, have a beer at James Squire.
We get a kick out of the framed skyline, the hustle and bustle, feeling so cultured and city-ish for a day. Sometimes we head to the State Library for the sing-along nursery rhymes. Sometimes a swim at Southbank. Despite the broken sleeps and tantrums, we always come home saying “that was fun”.
More random things keeping me happy this week:
Oh how I love my family, my babies. Feeling the love today. Grateful that these gorgeous things are mine.
Exciting things coming up this weekend with a photo shoot tomorrow, a date with my husband to Cirque Du Soleil, Mother’s Day celebrations on Sunday and then clearing rooms for dear, dear friends visiting from New Zealand, so excuse me while I slip on my party shoes and sign off.
Happy Friday! Confetti to you and you and you.
2 Responses to “That Great Big Photo Post”
Magical photos Rach. You have a beautiful family and you always capture them in such a whimsical, beautiful way. I look forward to reading your posts each week. I feel like we have similar thoughts on family and motherhood. It’s been a tough week for me and my boys. Sickness and whingy, crabby kids that push me to my limits. Thanks for this gorgeous post. My spirits are lifted. It might just be a lovely weekend after all 😀
I so know those hard, long weeks of parenting. Hoping your boys are feeling better. Xo