flying high

75/365 (Vada)

Our happy soul

Sad, happy boy

75/365 (Zavia)

He woke up grumpy.

Mummy could not soothe his sadness.

Daddy was all he wanted...

until mummy got on his other bike.

Faces

74/365 (Vada)

Her daddy is mean to her. How could he pull on her perfect little face like this. She is still adorable no matter how much her face distorts though.

Cheeky chops

74/365 (Zavia)

Mine! all mine.

Full to the brim

73/365 (Vada)

All packed up and ready to go. If I had to sum up what its like to go camping with my baby girl in one word...it would be, quiet! She is welcome to come with us again anytime.

Tattoo kid

73/365 (Zavia)

It's so cool being three. You get to cover your body in tats and show them off by draping your arm over the handle bars of your bike with real attitude.

He's now too cool for photos...

but not too cool to fall asleep in the car after a wicked awesome weekend of camping and partying.

I'd also just like to add a thank you to all our fellow campers - Mickpa, Jackie, Nanna, Carly, Gav, Ross, Abe, and thanks to Justin, Kate and Thomas for coming out for the day. You all made Zavias special weekend a real treat.

Ssshh!

72/365 (Vada)

To baby wear or not to baby wear...this is the question!

If you have a baby and you find yourself asking this question...the only answer is BABY WEAR!!
We forgot to bring Vadas bumbo along for our weekend camping...and I'm actually glad we did. I always keep our sling in the car and it was a God send. Although we had more than enough hands to share her around, it was so handy to get her off to sleep, to potter around the campsite hands free...and honestly...who doesn't want a little koala to hug all day. In a perfect world (in my head) I would have a giant carry me around like this. Sometimes when I go to the shops just to grab a few things, I say to myself "no, I don't need the sling, we won't be here long enough" and half way through I regret not just putting her in it and strapping her on.

Three year old

72/365 (Zavia)

It's official! my little boy is 3. What better way to spend your 3rd birthday than opening presents and playing in mud puddles.

His beloved Mickpa and Jackie got him a tricycle. His face was priceless when they gave it to him.

He is wearing a new hoodie that Nanna made him and the super hero cape I made him. Then he opened his Bible from Nanna.

Then his Bob the builder toys (also from Nanna)

Then his helmet...just in time to ride his tricycle.

It wasn't long before Bob joined Zavia digging in the mud.

He also got a fishing rod and bike from us and a tackle box and fishing 'stuff' from Uncle Abe and Aunty Petra.

I love you my boy! Although you only weighed 7 pounds, 10 ounces, my heart grew infinity times bigger three years ago today. Mwah!

(notice the sling is off his arm?...its amazing what some fresh air and pre-occupation can do)