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It's all relative...

So s-dad Lester had a conference here in Melbourne on Friday and Saturday, so my parents came down and stayed with s-bro Jason and his wife, Kirsty, and their 8 week old daughter, Sienna (who I met yesterday and am now thoroughly clucky!!! If I was clucky enough before the meeting)...

So, thought I'd record Mum's visit with some photos. Erik, Luey, Bryn and I met mum and Kirsty at KFC, and then the boys and I took mum up to their school for a looksee... Then back home via the corner shop (to pick up some ham for lunch, and for mum to buy the boys a small pressie each!)...

So, here is mum showing Luey some photos of their new house (the laptop is mums)...


Luey with the new car his Amma bought for him...


"Mæðgun", as we'd be called in Iceland - or Mother and daughter! Note, the jaw line, I see my future, argh! Love the twin laptops - we're both cruising the same site, the Uni site she works and studies at, that I'll soon be studying at... Getting the low-down on the course, and the requirements. We had a good laugh yesterday when I let mum read some of my old wiriting, for the first time EVER (apparently I've never let her read my stuff before, didn't realise that...)... Our styles are so similar, but mine actually proceeded hers! We write in a similar way, with similar themes and similar choice of genre!


Grandpa Lester with the three boys! You know, it's so funny, but I see a lot of similarity in Erik and Lester (they're not biologically related, which is what makes it funny!)... Something about the shape of their faces, and their noses... I don't know, maybe it's just my blindness speaking, LOL... Oh, and for those of you with a keen eye, you'll notice Luey isn't wearing the same top in all these shots, despite them being taken at about the same time... This is because he decided he HAD TO make a wardrobe adjustment so he could show off his Spidey tatts...

From left; My brother Mike, Mum, Luey (showing off his tatt, NOT being rude), Me, Bryn, and Erik. Erik is listening to music on Mikes Mp3 player - guess what's made it to his Chrissy wish list?! - Bryn's vague look is courtesy of "Bruuuuuuuuum!" being on the box...

Ok, Mike behind the camera this time, and mum insisted we rope Dave into this shot... This is the third pic in the series - with Dave and mum each pulling faces in the other two... Bryn still enamoured with Brum....

Ok, these are from this morning... Bryn found a bottle top of a Tupperware drink bottle that used to belong to Erik... He thought it was cooling for sucking like a dummy, and did so for some little while this morning. I finding this behaviour fascinating as Bryn, like Luey, point blank REFUSED to take a dummy as a baby - which I know is probably ideal, but it didn't feel that way at the time for me...


How very Maggie Simpson of him (including the appropriate sucking sound)...

Ok, on the topic of Bryn and his obsession with all things Thomas, Bob the Builder and Brum... We have the following ongoing conversation with Bryn these days - by ongoing I mean it's almost relentless!

Bryn: Mommy, mommy, mommy! (yes, he calls me MOMMY with an American inflection)

Me: Yes, what is it Bryn?

Bryn: Mommy, Tomma?!

Me: No! No Tomma.

Bryn: Mommy?

Me: Yes, Bryn?

Bryn: Mommy, Bob, bob, bobby?

Me: No, Bryn. No Bob.

Bryn: Mommy, mommy! Bruuuuuuuuuuum!

Me: No, Buddhi, no Brum, no Tomma, no Bobby...

Bryn: Mommy, mommy, mommy! Tomma, Bobby, bobby, Brum, Tomma!!!

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