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kids et al

kids at the back porch

 

I think I have said it before and I will say it again. Friends are the family that we choose, and they are, if not more, are as valuable as the family we were born to. This rings true in my case, since our families are everywhere around the world BUT here. That is probably why I decided to post this lovely photo of my kid and her friends, who are the children of our close friends here.  This photo is meaningful. It’s the last group photo I took before one of the families moved away to Melbourne. The kids have all stayed together, slept over in this house, my friend’s house. Granted, this was not all of us, but enough, to represent all of us and their friendship.

Other friendships will come and grow, but I hope these kids’ bond remain strong and that they stay close throughout the years. I would love to look back at this photo in 10 years time, to go back to that lovely afternoon where we spent one of our last days together and held each other closer.

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the wild west

My children are at the enjoyable age to hang around with. Yes they fight sometimes, but they also love to play together. When they play, it’s so much fun to watch, or listen to. They are not always welcome spectators, let alone a spectator with a lens, but this one day, they didn’t mind me hovering around.

The scene was the Wild West. We just got back from a local fair where my son bought a Cowboys showbag. As soon as we got home he got dressed up as a sheriff (cowboy hats, the badge, gun holder, etc) , and created a story and played it out with his sister. We keep a lot of costumes at home, they love to play dress-up, so it’s quite enjoyable to watch them mix  and match old and new costumes to really get into characters.

the town's sherif

My son stayed the town’s sheriff the whole time, but my daughter moved from the sheriff’s deputy to the town’s worst bandit, and changed her outfit accordingly.

And Bruno the dog played the town’s drunk very very well. He was snoring, didn’t even move a muscle even with all the commotion around him.

the town's drunk

 

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up in the air

Do you remember when you were young kids and played so hard, you would run so very fast, or jump so high that your chest hurt and you had to stop to catch your breath just to do it again the whole day, and how happy that made you feel? Well, these shots of my son took me back to that time. There must be something joyful about keeping your body up in the air that he always try to bounce back up as soon as he landed. I love watching him go hard at it even when he had to stop a couple of times to catch his breath. It’s the joy of childhood, not yet  ‘play hard work hard’, it’s all about ‘play hard and go nuts’, until mum calls out for dinner.

Good times…

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