Kiddies

Lyndal my Sister-in-Law with Jessica.

Jessica does not believe that there is a baby in Lyndals tummy.... Well little Miss know-it-all you are going to b WRONG in a couple of months.

Me and Jessica. She has been wearing that dress for 3 days straight.

I told her she was a grot but I was proud of her.

Jess trying to work out why her mother will not let her hold the budgie. I saw what she did to the guinea pigs and I understand why her mother will not let her near anthing small and fragile. She likes to show her love by sqeeeeeezing things.

Billie trying to work out the same thing. He is just unco. Bless him.

Or he would try and feed the bird to the cat.

A rare moment of sibling love with no fighting! And no biting.

In true ranga style Icca has a temper and knows how to use it.

Me and Billy - he is already a ladies man.

A few weeks ago I got to spend some time with my god kiddies. Every time I see them I ask them who their favourite Aunty is. If they say someone else it is getting logged away in my memory so when they want to borrow my car or get me to cover for them when they want to go out on dates I will say - Hmmmm let me see, I seem to remember that at least once in 2009 you answered - "Aunty Emma is my favourite". So then I will say - "Go call Aunty Emma in England and see how much help she will be to you".

Not such a favourite Aunt now is she? Hmmm?! I am evil but it is important that they get their priorities right now. After all, I was the one that bought them each a bottle of Scotch for their 1st birthday with strict instructions that it is not to be opened until they turn 21. So that we can enjoy it together. Or they can put it on eBay and buy themselves what they really want like a bass guitar or a trip to Nepal. I mean Scotch that will age nicely is a way cooler present than a poxy pair of knitted elephants or a crap jigsaw puzzle. Priorities. It is all about priorities. And ME getting to be the favourite.

Shallow? Moi?

Just imagine what I am going to be like when my niece comes along.

I am going to be out of control.