Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Snow on Thursday, t-shirt and shorts weather on Sunday.. go figure!
Oh, don't worry, these little vamps weren't let out in public like this, they posed in our "garden", down by the river. Beccy just loves dragging her friends home for a "photo-shoot". Wish I could say the same for my other three - the minute I pick up the camera they go AWOL. I have so many more photo's of other folks kids than I have of any of my own; unfair or what?
Still, I savour what I'm given. I so love the vanity of teenage girls, all the primping, fussing and giggling. They come alive allowed a box of make up, are willing to pose in any which way, and are in nothing short of girlie heaven when raiding each others wardrobes.
The boys simply don't get it, well not yet anyway (wink). My eldest usually barracades himself in his cave, not that he always escapes the hoopla. We often need a prop or two from his room (he has a fine collection of guitars they love to knock out of tune).
My hat collection gets hammered, as do my shoes, and you just wouldn't believe the weird and wonderful outfits these kids can cobble together for the cause.
The wonder is, this last batch of photo's were taken first thing after the girls had been up most of the night for a Halloween sleepover. Cross my heart! I witnessed them stuffing their faces with pizza, as they watched a scary movie way into the wee small hours.
Come the morn I was wrecked.. Them? Fresh as daisies.
Oh, to be thirteen again, eh? All that enthusiasm, energy and zest for life - it's downright contagious! (Don't get me wrong here, Bec, out of all of my brood is the one most likely to drive me bonkers, she can push all my buttons and regularly does. Sometimes she likes to have just a little bit TOO much fun and needs reeling in on a regular basis!)
This is the girl who offers rides out to her friends without it even crossing her mind to first check with me if it's okay, she frequently invites half of Douglas round for tea without warning, and as for her bedroom - I found a real live rat in there last week (don't even ask)!
That said, she reduces me to tears far more often from her dead pan sense of humour than from any misbehaviour.
Beccy was so very ill as a baby. Now look at her. The girl's doing just fine. (Nervous smile.)
ps. She's the one on the right, throwing the leaves with her arms up high.