Archive for December 2008
Overtaken.
My house has been overtaken by several children.
I’ve still got a long way to go of, what seems like a school holiday period, with no end in sight.
It’s only day one…
I may not make it.
I hear that straight jackets are quite comfortable and in a padded cell you can’t hear any noise.
At the moment, that sounds like bliss.
Weekly Winners.
Weekly Winners is inspired by Lotus at Sarcastic Mom.
Here are my favourites from the Year Six Farewell shoot, actually, I had to cull some. There are so many but to put everything into perspective, I ended up with almost 400 shots on that day alone. Don’t you love digital photography?
Maddy & Keely.
Maddy.
Walking the line.
My beautiful, windswept assistant.
Madeline Rose.
More tightrope walking.
bridging the gap.
Imogen Martine.
Demure.
Immy & Mollie
Framed.
Together.
Friendship
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” – Anais Nin.
This was taken on the evening of the farewell. AJ hates having his photo taken, so I thank my lucky stars for the ones I did get.
I love this one.
Immy and AJ.
Lily dressed up too (bless her cotton socks) she is not in 6th grade for another two years.
Year sixers three.
For those of you following the hair saga, the girls went to the hairdresser and had curls put in. I did the rest.
It cost them less than half their earnings.
On the Sunday we went into Sydney. This is the clock tower at the Queen Victoria Building.
See the tree? It starts at the ground level and goes all the way up. I’m taking the photo from the third level. So – ground, level 1,2 & 3…
We went to have a look at the window display at David Jones.
Mal was in awe.
It was too overwhelming for Noah, who put himself back in the stroller and strapped himself in. The crowds were huge. Too much for a little country boy (and for his mother and father too, just quietly). We tried to see Santa but there was an almost two hour wait. So we retreated to Hyde Park.
Mal chased the pigeons and the Ibis.
Everyone relaxed in the wide open spaces. It is a gorgeous park, right in the centre of Sydney.
The reason for our trek into the city. The girls’ were given tickets to the High School Musical stage show for Christmas. (Thanks Gran).
It was fantastic!
This might not seem like a winner but for me it represents time with my big girls and it is also a landmark photo because I had a “lightbulb moment” with working out iso on my camera.
Outside the Capitol Theatre.
“We love you Troy!”
The curly girl, in the park.
Hiding…
AJ thought he would be smart and interrupt a photo of Imogen.
Gotcha!
At home: Christmas beauty.
My first batch of Rolo cookies.
Three trees.
Immy’s wish.
When Imogen was seven years old, she sat on Santa’s lap in the shopping centre, closest to our house and asked for one thing.
She asked for new teeth.
Grade two had been particularly hard for Immy as she had been the brunt of playground teasing by some horrid little girls who obviously thought they were perfect and could therefore pass judgement.
Santa was confused and called me over, as Immy had started to cry.
I explained that Immy had Ectodermal Dysplasia and that it affected her teeth in such a way that it gave them a conical appearance, pointy, or fang like and that the girls had been calling her “crocodile teeth” for the larger part of the year.
So her request for new teeth was in response to that.
He didn’t promise Immy new teeth that year but he did tell her he would give her a happy Christmas and that one day, things would be different for her.
He told her she was a very beautiful girl.
He was a very wise Santa.
The very next year Immy was given an official diagnosis of ED, which allowed her to be placed on a register for kids like her.
It allowed her to have extensive dental work, under the scheme.
This year has seen the placement of braces and capping to square off her teeth. The next stage will see her have implants to replace the teeth that are missing.
This morning, she reminded me of her wish when she was little and how Santa had come through.
She is on the way to having new teeth.
Things have been different for her this year. There has been a level of acceptance and understanding from her friends that is mature beyond their years, many of whom are staring down the face of braces themselves
and
she is still very beautiful.
Inside and out.
Originally posted at Five Minutes For Special Needs.
Toilet training bites hard when your daughter has the runs…
…and I am considering buying shares in Bonds brand underwear for the next gazillion years, such is the number of unrecognisable undies I have had to turf over the last month.
Seriously.
Lucky my carpet is brown.
