The cool things

I stopped taking photos so much i'll start again soon.

My lovelies you have grown so much...

Tivi, thoughtful - absent minded. Emotional and insane.

She got an award, for being a great support to her friends.

She insists she has no friends.

She's drawing. Drawing awesomely.

Singing. Helping. Always wanting to be praised.

I remind myself to notice her little things more. Forgive the fact that she'll do that thing she was asked not to do just one more time before she stops. It's one of my traits.

So is the fidgeting.

She hugs me often, uses guilt like a pro, is all the girly girl things i never was. It suits her, the pretty things, and so does the crazy.

She's a walking contradiction, a mess of polar opposites. I laugh sympathetically at thought of the first person (other than us) to fall in love with her.

She's going to be awesome.

She says 'When i grow up i want to be just like my mum.'

I am afraid for her.


Che, he's growing into Seven, the age that makes me nervous.

Still at heart my gentle sensitive boy, there are times when i see the loss of control that is so unlike his usual pragmatic self.

Half amused and constantly surprised at that streak of cheeky, witty humour... i find myself these days unable to believe that he's really that big, that tall. That boyish.

He reads, he calculates, he makes sharp, precise observations.

Then he runs of screaming, colliding with everything and giggling crazily.

'YOU are THE BEST mum!!'

With the bold letters, and the exclamation marks, because you've learned about punctuation and the rules of speech and writing.

I do my best to believe what he says is true, because he's so sincere- i'd hate to tell him otherwise.

Jace, oh my Jace.

The last of his little kid/toddler/baby days are slipping away from us. He's taller, thinner. Sometimes quieter.

I'm fooled often into thinking he's grown up and that little kid spark has gone from him, then he says with his big boy seriousness... when i'm a chicken mum, i'm going to build minions and not have babies, because i don't want to get married.

Hehe, and while he can't take losing in a race, or a game - or not being as good as someone else in Any task- he will wear a chicken costume, put a pot on his head, talk about super powers he has... tell jokes that make no sense - without a single care as to what anyone else might think.

Can't decide if he's big or small still- he still curls into a ball. Hugs me every night - tells me he knows what i'm thinking. Oh yeah? What's that?

YOU LOVE ME.

Oh, i do!

You love me so much.

Haha, how could i not.


There are so many things between these lines, so many moments i haven't frozen with the lens of a camera.

I'll get back to writing soon. I'll get back to meaning soon.

Just need a little time to sort out the static.