I’m on the verge of sharing this session with Mr X & his rad family. I know, I know, my poor blog hasn’t been getting much attention these days. You can blame my instagram account for that. See you here soon though! xx
Aren’t these kids gorgeous! We had the prettiest light for them to play in during this session & what could be more fun than a little gold fairy dust. Well… fun for the kids… probably not so much for the parents (cause we all know that stuff doesn’t wash off for days!)
Sometimes you are happy for me to photograph you & sometimes you let me know that you aren’t. Sometimes you don’t want to stop and wait long enough for me to take a portrait. I get that.
So what do I do when I need one more photo to end our project and the daylight is running out on the 31st and the sight of my camera makes you run for the hills?
We take a photo with the ipad, because then it’s just a happy snap and you don’t have to wait for me to get my camera settings right.
So here you are ‘not being in a photo’ but just holding up the ipad photo I took of you laughing together…. and really, this is what a project like this is about.
Turning who you are now, into pages of a story.
A story that reminds me to love you as you are every day.
…Because I know that it’s likely that after your next hair cut…. or maybe the one after that,
you might not have these curls anymore.
The baby curls & the baby doll dress… this is how I will remember you at this age.
Eventually there will be a hair cut and you will outgrow the dress,
but today I just appreciate the sweet details of this stage of your childhood.
Pete’s 38th Birthday.
Day 26: Australia day. A rare moment to run outside on what was really a day of rain.
Anouk in particular often climbs the hills hoist clothes line. An Australian icon & a childhood memory for many Aussie’s.
They both climbed it & curiously looked over the fences into the neighbours yards.
My Grandmother likes to tell a story about the time when my dad & his brothers were young boys. She looked out the window & saw that the boys had put their baby sister in a cardboard box & attached it to the hills hoist clothes line with pegs & were swinging it round & round to give the baby a ride.
When she saw what her sons were doing she raced out into the yard to save the baby, shouting & waving ‘the jam spoon’ at them.
Sometimes the kids worry me when I look out my window and see them at the top of the clothes line, but then again at least they are not babies…. swinging in a box held up by pegs.
Back to school.
First day of Grade 3.
First day of Primary school.
A new playground.
A new teacher.
You were put into a class with only one friend you’ve had before, but you were OK with that.
You seem to be learning to adapt well in the face of change & that will serve you well.
Today you went to the school for your ‘best start interview’ with a teacher before starting school next week.
You haven’t started school yet and you can read. You read stories to yourself.
We don’t even really know how you learned to read by the time you were 4.
Just by being read to I suppose.
I’m told that the teacher who interviewed you today was impressed.
Being a helper
Carrying the shopping list
Carrying little toys under your arm
Playing card games with someone
Strumming your guitar
Anything that involves tapping a beat
Doing concerts in the lounge room
Bedtime stories & snuggling
Picking flowers for people
You are cuddly & kind & clever & confident & cheeky & funny & playful
These are our last few days together before you go off to school. I have loved every one of our “mummy Anouk days” as you have called them.
Every single one.
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