Why Santa photos and facial palsy don't mix

On Friday I had just written a post for A Little Bird about my dilemma on whether to get Santa photos taken this year.  Go over and read it, I’ll wait right here, OK?

So then Friday night we decided to take an impromptu trip to the city to see our friend’s cabaret troop Betty & the Betties perform and look at the Christmas windows and take a visit to Santa Land at Myer.

It was lovely being in the city and soaking up the festive atmosphere. Jarvis was enjoying the sights and the lights and we went up to the top level of Myer to Santa Land, as I’d heard there was a ‘Santa Train’ up there. Jarvis got quite excited about the train ride and lined up and I stood near the fence to wait for his ride. As the ride ahead of his took off, I noticed a photographer work his way along the train taking individual photos of the children onboard.

Not a big deal to most parents who probably felt pretty excited by the prospect of a festive train picture to share with the Grandparents. But for me, that uncomfortable knot nestled itself in the pit of my stomach and I sent a silent wish that the photo would be taken sensitively. Continue reading

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Point and shoot: Winter Sun

This weekend was all about taking it easy. With the sniffles and unsettledness of the past two weeks behind us, J was on the move.

Wednesday’s ‘Cranky Crawler’, as I named him, had morphed into a happy little ‘Commando Crawler’ by the week’s end moving along the hallway and towards the bin, the recycling and the cat biscuits with the greatest of ease.

Sunday we took a morning drive to Shorncliffe, about half hour drive from home, a quiet seaside spot where A could fish, J could pull himself around on the grass and I could relax with a magazine while taking in the view.

No fish were caught, but we left with a resolve to visit again soon.

See what other’s got up to this weekend over at Fat Mum Slim.