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Ellery: dinner at the beach in Nana's beanie

Aubrey: teething bites

The big boy is blossoming into three. 

The small boy has lost his usual sleeping prowess, and suddenly I am back in the oh-so familiar land of stuck-under-a-sleeping-baby-send-coffee. Teething bites the big one.

Also, we have a six-month-old! How did that happen?

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Ellery: playing doctors

Aubrey: window gazing ... from the highchair!

The Grands are visiting.

The big boy scored a doctor's kit as a belated birthday present. He's besotted with the phone it came with. I'm in love with the glasses.

The small one has graduated to the high chair, just shy of six months. When did he get so big?!

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Ellery: riding in the birthday bus

Aubrey: mesmerised by a hand

The week their Daddy turned 40.

We scored a small four-wheel drive bus to ferry visitors between our Cape home and the beach.

There was food, lots of it. Family and friends, a few. Campfires, kids and beaching.

A fine time was had, despite the rain.

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Ellery: basking in the glow of three

Aubrey: the face of tolerance

Another week where the phone captures won out. Sometimes they just seem more effortless, more in the moment.

And at the moment, it really doesn't matter, as long as i am capturing these moments.

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Ellery: French toast and home made birthday hat

Aubrey: soon enough he will be begging to sit here

French toast and popcorn and chocolate cake. The people he loves and a couple of neighbours' kids. Heaven to this newly three year old. 

Separate post coming about the birthday boy!

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Ellery: craving friends at his lighthouse outpost

Aubrey: the teething sads

My photography is giving way to a knitting frenzy. 

Between phone and camera, I love how this week's shots have them both with heavy hearts, heads down, and wearing  yellow.

Brothers indeed.

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Ellery: engrossed, and refusing to take off the new art smock, a gift from his cousins

Aubrey: a twinkle in his eye, and out comes his brother's old Sophie

Oh dear. Redeeming myself after falling off the portrait wagon.

Nana came to stay last week. Whatever she did to the big boy, it's working. The tantrums have been quite manageable this week. He is such a beautiful kid when he is not so moody. And so grown up all of a sudden. Two more weeks of two.

The small boy has the teething sads. Bigtime. Poor fellow. So unusual for this happy lad. Just shy of five months. Ever since he was born, I've been daydreaming and wondering, wondering and daydreaming about another baby. It's very unlikely, although he is the kid that could convince me. I am so torn about him being the last.