In recent days, the boys have taken to raiding my wardrobe. I found it a little amusing at first until I discovered them adorned in sock-stuffed bras, doubled over laughing. I told them in no uncertain terms to go and remove my underwear at once. (Mind you, I had to bite my lips to stop from laughing). As they shuffled from the room, Luca pokes Mason and says “Mine are bigger.”

Mason’s reply? “Yeah but mine are stronger”.

And we all fell about laughing.

I didn’t hold out a lot of hope, after all we just moved from some of the best beaches in the World..I couldn’t imagine it being anything too impressive. I was wrong. We had a really lovely, relaxing afternoon – it was actually dark when we left! I don’t know what it is about Australia Day, it really does make you want to put your thongs on, throw some snags on the barbie and play cricket.

Here are a zillion photos..

(You’ll have to excuse the filthy state of Ivish..I’m hoping her sweet little face distracts.)

“Mum if you take a photo then we have to be allowed to get our legs wet.”

“Okay, it’s a deal. But only up to the bottom of your shorts. I don’t want you dirty.”

And here’s cold hard proof that my children do listen.

Luca, refusing to “look normal” for me. (The very reason photographers actually pay other photographers to capture their children.)

And my favourite images of the day:

While we were away I tried to con Ivy into letting me take a few snaps.   I should have known better.  She’s two and she’s evil. (Did I also  mention she’s LOUD?  She actually has the voice of ten toddlers).   The boys tried to assist me, giving her all sorts of threats and bribes at an attempt to get her to stay on the rug, including demonstrating where to lie.  She just saw an opportunity to jump on their backs. Hard. Pretty soon the boys were defeated, my patience was thinning and my memory card ran out.  Tell me again why I photograph children?

Pure evil, I tell you.