Day one.

I've called this post day one, as I'm sure there are going to be many, many days when I take photos of this little man.

Welcome William Jack - our beautiful and precious little nephew. Born on the 21st of February 2009 at 11.05am weighing 8 pounds 6 ounces.

Chubby and gorgeous.



The elated but tired mummy and daddy :)






I adore this. Cassidy eagerly awaiting her first cuddle.

William even made Isaac the iceberg to melt a little :)

This is one baby that isn't going to be short on love.

Congrats Steve and Em - you made it!!! We love you lots and lots. He is absolutely perfect and beautiful in every way xoxo

Miss Polly had a dolly.

And her name is Cassidy.

Or Madeleine. All that's missing is the eiffel tower and a wide brimmed straw hat.

This is Cassidy's favourite t-shirt. Whenever she wears it, I sing "what's new pussycat" to her. She joins in and does a little hip-gyrating groove :)

We had a beautiful morning together. We did hair and giggled and dressed up.

Am I not the most blessed mumma to have my own little precious dolly?

She's so innocent and so beautiful that it hurts.

I'm just not that into him (at the moment).

Steve is on the phone when he walks into the room. I quickly assess from his tone and expression it's Emma.

Steve: "she's six centimetres".

Me (out of my chair, dressed, packing the camera and into the car): "really?!?!?!?"

Steve (grinning in an evil manner): No.

I sat back down in my chair where I have stayed to silently plot my revenge.

Three days overdue and counting....

Baby Tyler.

On the weekend I got to spend the day in Mackay with baby Tyler and his beautiful family (who also happen to be close friends of ours).

I think you'll agree, he and big sister Aria make an adorable pair - I am completely in love with the snuggling on the bed shot :)

I photographed big sis Aria at as a newborn and I can't believe how alike they are! As a mummy of look-a-like son and daughter myself, I can't wait to see these two grow and change into the boy and girl versions!

Much love to you guys....he is adorable and I had such a fun day. xoxo

Does my bob look cute in this?

After much cajoling, Cassidy allowed her hair to be cut into a bob yesterday. Two days ago she wanted it to "be long like yours mummy" and I thought I was fighting a losing battle.

But around to cousin Mia's we went to give it a try (....a try...like we could have stopped half-bobbed or something) and the miss is quite pleased with her new 'do. She keeps giving it a High School Musical style toss over her shoulder and asking if her fringe is sitting right.

Aunty Em requested a pic. She allowed me one, which I over-exposed but here she is in all her post-kindy glory.

It was bad enough before, but now when she looks at me, tilts her head and widens her eyes under that fringe, she's just that bit harder to resist :)

The p.j revolution.

Recently I was folding and putting away a few pairs of my stretched and pilled pyjamas and said to myself , "self, they have to go".

I constantly make fun of Steve's daggy t-shirts, or, more to the point, the ridiculous little emotional attatchments he gets to them. I have to throw them out in secret or he "rescues" them and they mysteriously appear back on the shelf. He has one shirt that he uses to do 'no more gaps' every time we paint. Sensible you may think, to use one shirt for such a messy job. Except for the fact that the shirt can actually stand up by itself due to it's 100% coverage of no more gaps. I've told him it's time to move on and I'm sure he can make a new shirt just as feral in record time.

But we're talking about my pj drawer aren't we (sorry, brief husband bashing diversion there).

I realised that my pj drawer was getting a rather too close for comfort resemblence to Steve's t-shirts. As there's no time like the present, I grabbed a plastic bag and prepared to get brutal.

As most of them consisted of gone elastic, stretched straps that fall off my shoulders or some other annoying element, it was easier than I thought.

Then I found my pooh bear pyjamas. The ones I've had since I was sixteen. That are the perfect fabric and texture. They have nothing annoying about them. They just happen to be the most un-alluring pair of pyjamas you've ever seen. Picture marone stretch cotton with an out of shape neckline, pilling, a saggy bum and "wake up pooh" stitched on the front. Steve has made references that a body bag would be more attractive.

I paused, I told myself I was being ridiculous, to throw those babies out. But I, the most un-sentimental person in the world, couldn't do it. Instead I put them in the back of my wardrobe and told myself it's just like I've thrown them out cause I can't see them. There's nothing quite like lying to yourself - satisfying, without the guilt of involving others in your lie.

I then went to Bras'n'things and got myself some replacements. I have always found money spent in lingerie stores tends to be a form of shopping that gains the full support of your significant other.

So ladies. Who's with me. It makes you feel better and gives you a happy man. If you decide to play along in the pj revoulution, make sure to leave a comment linking to your before or after pics. Leave no stone or flannels with little duckies un-turned - let's see them!

My 'after' pic to come soon :)

The final countdown.

With perfectly curled hair and my new and very sexy camera bag in hand, Em and I headed down to the waterfront for some more photos. Within two seconds, her carefully arranged curls did this:

Wind. Aparently it's often found at the beachfront. Must remember that for next time.

We perservered, with much hair tossing involved.

Luckily the wind also made her dress look sexy. Very Marilyn, dahhrling.

By this point we had lost the light but I couldn't stop her.

When this woman has a camera on her, there's no telling what she'll do.

The nearby fishermen were getting ideas so I suggested we go home at this point.

I had to drag her kicking and screaming to the car :p

So, as we all know, they're fine to be born by thirty eight weeks so enough already.

WE WANT ACTION!!