Beautiful, inside and out.

I love Sundays, I love picking the kids clothes out for church the night before, actually taking time to choose what would look best on them. I love taking time to do the girls hair in bows and headbands and watching their Daddy do little mr's hair with hair wax. I love choosing what plastic bracelet or ring would look best with her outfit with little Diva and laughing at Missy Tomboy trying to choose which shoe she likes best. And on the drive to church I love looking back and seeing lovely clean faces and sparkling smiles.....


But for some reason as soon as my little munchkins meet up with their friends in church, the headbands come off, the shoes get kicked off next to a wall and hair comes loose, little Mr is even been known to take off his shirt, while they run around having fun, and although they are always beautiful to me even looking like little scragamuffins it would be nice if they kept their outfits nice or at least on, for at least a little longer..


 So this week as we were walking into church, I looked at my beautifully clean and dressed kids and I grabbed my camera and took a photo of them all outside church before they had a chance to run around with their friends so i could rememeber that at least at one short time my beautiful munchkins were dressed as beautifully on the outside as I know they are, to me, on the inside.

Two Peas in a Pod

My two littlest children are two peas in a pod, they are cast from the same mould and inevitably keep me on my toes. They are both active and adventurous little souls and whatever one does the other immediately tries to copy.
Just lately though it seems their antics are getting more and more extreme. The other day I was at my sisters house, Little Mr and littlest Miss wanted to go outside to play (despite my sisters young german shepherd being out there) so I did the the diligent parental checklist, Gates closed? Check. Laundry and shed doors closed? check. Grass short enough, any snakes? check.  So off they went to play, after a bit though something in their little voices changed and an alarm started blinking in my head. So I went to investigate - sure enough they were into trouble, both of them were up the ladder leaning against the house, with my little mr wanting to come down off the roof and littlest miss wanting to go onto it!!!!
 Oh my Gosh my heart nearly went on stress leave!! I had forgotten to check the little alcove of their building and my brother-in-law had been fixing his arial and left the ladder up. So i got my two proud little monkeys down, and suggested they really didn't need to mention it to their father

Photo-shoot mum.



My little man, from the last time I gave
into a 'free photo-shoot'



Is there anything more amusing than a mum trying to get her kids to smile for the camera?
Yesterday we were cornered by one of those photographers than park in the middle of the walkway and pounce on unsuspecting mothers and their children. Even though i kindly informed them that my littlest was quite sick (the only reason we were in the shops was to buy antibiotics) they convinced me to give it a go as today was their 'free sitting day'.
I couldn't refuse the looks my older two looked up at me as they spied the costumes, hats and toys the girls used to get the perfect picture.  So I agreed and the older two quite happily got changed and their hair fixed up for their photo shoot.
 My littlest was not going to let them win her over though. She let me change her into a matching dress to her big sister, but that was it!
 Bubbles, peek-a-boo, feather dusters or stickers was not going to get anywhere with her. So here I am holding my little girl in her matching outfit talking up the photos, over reacting everytime bubbles were blown, "Oh wow look at that bubble, her it comes, ah pop" "Oh what a silly feather duster does it tickle" and acting like a complete crazy person, trying to get her interested enough to give it a try.
But no luck so we got our photos done and our appointment to get the free one and look over the others if we want to buy any (I doubt it the whole pack would cost over $700)
Got changed back into our old clothes and turned to trundle off, to find we apparantly made such a show that we had a little audience, filled with other mum's talking in the same high pitched voice I was, encouraging their little ones to give it a go,
 "Come on sweet, they looked like they had so much fun, what a funny little toy"

Well at least I'm not alone.