Ivy is not cute. In fact, she is pure evil. I’ve had not quite 3 hours sleep and a tradesman will be on my doorstep this morning, ready to bash away for the entire day so my fantasies of crawling back into bed at some point are just that. *insert big old tired sigh* So anyway, to keep me from eating my young, I’ve done some proofing in the wee hours.
Here’s my contribution for the day. Or is it night?

These were taken yesterday – the other boy is Nick, our neighbour and the boys partner in crime. They’ve taken to spying on the woman next door, who they’ve lovingly christened “Mountain Moose”.

Playing leapfrog…

Ava strangling Ivy, again.

I could post more but I’m slipping into a coma so best go. I can hear some Choc Butternut snaps calling me for breakfast.

xx

And she can speak. (When she’s not eating iron animals).

Because they can spend an hour mastering not falling off a plank of wood. (Click if you’d like to see it bigger.)

Finally got around to proofing the rest of the photos from the “flying” photo shoot below..Ava really does adore Ivy – yesterday I was feeding Ivy and Ava got up on the lounge, hugged both of us and said “I love my girls”. heehee.
A few more of Princess A & Princess I :p

is what Ava announced today. It’s no coincidence that many of my Ava photos are of her jumping – bed, lounge, her Dad’s back…they’re all fair game. The only reason she’s almost nakie is because we were inbetween the 19th wardrobe change of the day. I do love her concept though – jumping means you come back down again, flying indicates she’ll just keep on going. Soar, sweet child, soar.