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A week in my boys' lives...

Over the past week, I've taken a few bunches of incidental photos, each time thing, "Oh, I must blog that!", but then time has run away with me, so that now I have all these photos, and no intention of writing 4 or 5 individual blogs. So, here is a little picture mosaic of a week in my boys' lives...

The first three photos are of Bryn and his new tooth brush. Last week he suddenly decided he HAD to brush his teeth like his brothers. Those of you who have known me for a number of years will know that toothbrushing is something I've NEVER pushed on my kids. It's not that I don't care about their teeth, but rather than I'm not a terribly good rolemodel. I tend only to brush my teeth when I'm leaving the house, which can mean that several days might go by without me brushing them! So, I've never enforced toothbrushing. My boys how, each came to the decision of wanting to brush their teeth on their own, and the bigger boys brush their teeth religiously each weekday morning, before school... So, now Bryn has caught the idea, and was insisting on his own toothbrush...

Here he is modelling perfect tooth brushing technique with all the seriousness due the task. When he got his brush, he brushed his teeth for two hours straight...

And this was his toothbrush near the end of those two hours... He has since brushed his teeth on and off throughout each day for the past week, LOL. He LOVES his toothbrush. I don't really appreciate toothbrush brandishing hugs though, I've got to say, and so have had to insist that toothbrushes be put away before snuggles, LOL...

The next two piccies are of the big boys when they came home from the school fair last Sunday, with obligatory scary face paintings, hehehe!

Erik took full advantage of mum not coming along for this outing and asked for skulls to be painted on his face. The "painter" was obviously going more for an Edvard Munch, "Scream" kind of face thing, rather than a straight skull thing... Don't think Erik noticed though...

This Cranky Croc is Bryn TRYING to sleep with Bob the Builder tucked soundly under his arm, while mum pesters him with a camera flash because she's just so awed with the cuteness of his first ever time of asking to sleep with a luvvy!

This term at school the boys' theme is "Science", and so as a result the different classes are doing a variety of scientific experiments in class, which the boys then like to re-enact here at home for me. Here is the pencil through the bag of water experiment. The boys couldn't actually tell me what the experiment was demostrating, but they said it was "Really Cool!"...





These next two pictures are in memory of Bryn's newest shoe fetish. The child has always been partial to shoes (Dave thinks perhaps we should have called him Imelda), but the latest incarnation of this is to wear the shoes of other people in the house. After a few goes at Mum's and Dad's shoes, he finally conceded they were a tad too big for him, so now he clomps around all day in Erik and Luey's old shoes - preferably one of each. Please excuse the vegemite face, this was taken just after breakfast...

So, here he is with his two right feet. Now, on this day, he was being rather careful, so the laces are tied (by me) but usually he prefers to have them untied and dragging behind him in rag tag fashion...

Bryn has finally discovered Duplo. It's much more fun than Primo - there are people, and cars and houses with doors!

He LOVES the houses with doors...

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