Hurrah! I finally got around to looking at some photos taken recently, including this early morning drawing session with my Mum while she was here. She taught BB how to do flowers:
While I did some fashion colourings:
Speaking of which, since turning 31 a few weeks ago I'm feeling decidedly older and sartorially smarter (not that you can tell by looking at me, yet). With the weather warming up I'm a little loathed to bum around in shorts and a singlet for the coming 8 months, but alas Mr.Money ain't up for buying me new threads. So I'll be embracing DIY, re-purposing and shopping my existing wardrobe. Maybe the interwebs (just as a little top-up).
And there's a new side project looming in the wings. Exciting times!
Also found these shots of my two little dudes reading:
Upon waking the first thing BB says is Hi Daddy! then she scurries out to get an assortment of books. In this instance, PB was just napping on the sofa. He doesn't actually sleep there, although it's probably more comfortable than sleeping next to a ginormous wriggling toddler.
With Spring decidedly here and bare limbs out flailing, poor BB's collection of bruises will be – from now on – joined by grazes and cuts.
I love those delicious little scrappy legs.
PS. Toy cars from Babcia, who desperately wanted to get BB a little something from the toy store yet strangely was not expecting her to grip onto a box of Hot Wheels for dear life. CAH! CAH! BBrrrrrvvvvv....
My mum and the Maggie.
Eat! Eat! You so skinny!
was what she used to say to me as a kid.
Now she can say it to little BB, who turned 18 months yesterday. I've never seen her in so much pink. It was accidental, but worth photographing.
This week see's a birthday, a farewell and new musings for the future. As well as the bare arms and legs of Spring. A slew of photos will follow soon(ish).
Happy belated Father's Day to all the papas out there, and our favourite one of all. x
PS. The Vegemite jar – disgustingly – is actually my mum's makeshift ashtray. She's old school like that. Fags, sweet (SWEET) tea and thick butter on thin baguette. Only the latter appeals to me, although PB will be the first to remind me that I used to smoke – a long, long time ago.