|Flying Fox kept us all amused for an hour.|
|Miss4 takes up her usual |
position astride Cousin4.
|Miss8 appears to be attempting similar|
position with Cousin9.
|What is it about my kids? They always want to be carried.|
|Me looking trimmer than I have in years. And scarier. If I'd|
presented that face to Tracey when we first met I don't think
we'd currently be waiting for baby number seven.
|Cousin12 gets set to 'own' the Flying Fox. I keep |
thinking he's mid-teens, he's so big.
|Cousin9 goes for her fifteen or sixteenth trip |
down the Flying Fox - it was a huge success
with all the kidlettes, especially with Shane &
myself hurtling them down the line.
| Miss2 returning from wherever she was (water play sand pit)|
looking very pleased with herself. Actually, Tracey probably knew
where she was. It's me who has no idea.
|My brother Shanus. He's not very pretty - hat|
and dark glasses are for your own protection.
|Miss17 giving some sort of hand signal.|
I don't know when she learned to sign - just
another of her myriad of talents methinks.