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Cousins, cousins, cousins...

I got some photos from my family up in Queensland. Two of my cousins have had babys in the last three months or so, so there was the christening of the older of those two babies which brought part of that side of the family together (namely my Dad's two younger sisters and their children)...

This is my aunty Crystal with her grandnephew, Ephraim. I love this picture! Aunty Crystal has always held a dear place in my heart. This picture is so funny to my, because here she is actually "Great Aunty Crystal", and there is already a Great Aunty Crystal in our family, my Grandmother's sister... So, now there are two of them!

These are my cousin Crystal-Lee's three sons; (l-r) Elijah, Ephraim, and Ezekiel. Ezekiel is the spitting image of my Uncle John (his grandfather).

And this little sweetie holds the honour of being the first GIRL in this generation of cousin's children on this side of the family (there are 7 boys and then her). Her name is Trinity, and gosh, I do kind of hope my girl looks a bit like her, she's so adorable!

Here's Trinity with her big brother Kurt.

Here are my cousins Crystal-Lee (on the left) and Brooke, obviously breastfeeding their babies (YAY!), they're obviously a lot more modest them me, hehehe!

Brooke, Trinity, Kurt and Brooke's Dh Dr Daniel :).

This is Brooke's little sister Karina, and that is her natural hair - lucky duck!

Assorted family, the girl standing behind Karina is my cousin Beau Marie, and the lady standing next to her is my Aunty Lorna (I think! OMG, it's been so long since I've seen her, I can't be 100% sure!)...

My uncle Ron, Aunty Crystal, and baby Trinity. We used to call Uncle Ron "Ape" (and Uncle John "Grape" because it rhymed).

Comments

HipbubbyMama said…
Oh lovely pics! So nice to see your extended family, I must post some myself :)
Love the last pic of the sleepy bub and her squashed little cheek, awww

And sorry but hiding under the blanket to feed. Whats with that?

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