Our Willy Wonker week

We are now harvesting

For the first time ever Noah ripped one of his books up. He never even did this as a baby. Consequently.....

Noah's books have been confiscated until next Tuesday. Maybe I am too hard core but it really made me wild!

He is on a dry cracker diet. My child is one that asks for food about every 4 minutes. He is a bottomless pitt and it is a full time job trying to keep food up to him. After feeding him all day long I just about flip out when Richard arrives home from a hard days work and asks what's for dinner?

Rochelle gave me this idea: give him a dry cracker every time he asks for food unless of course it is breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea or dinner. She said he would get sick of eating them and would soon stop asking for something to eat. I am trying to be disciplined and stick to this regiment. Noah is not a fan but I think it is starting to work. Rochelle asked me recently "how is cracker boy going?" Too funny!!!!

 Got some tatts

 Got some cute little muscles too

Noah picked himself out a bright pink shearing singlet from the shearing shop in Northam on Tuesday. There was a huge selection of colours to choose from but Noah would not be swayed. He wanted the bright pink one.

 Getting grubby

Still chooses to wear very little clothing. Noah picked out these Ben 10 jocks from the shop. Who the heck is this Ben 10 dude and why is he so popular? All the Mum's I know say it is total crap. Can you see he is quite delighted to be holding a sweet biscuit rather than the dry cracker variety.

 Playing around with my boys (and hens)

Posing like a newborn. Eat your heart out again Anne Geddes!!

Apparently my hair makes me look like Willy Wonker. I asked Noah if he liked my haircut and he said "you look like Willy Wonker". How fabulous. I happen to like it. I didn't even bother asking Richard. I know he likes it long and simple. Aka: boring!!! These photos were taken using the self-timer on my camera. 

I couldn't believe it when I uploaded these picks onto the computer. I see so much of my Mum in me. I have always looked like my Dad but as I am getting older I look more like my Mum. Maybe it is the short hair.

 Playing around with a flimsy tripod and self-timer = tricky but worth the effort.