(while eating dinner)
LR: Here’s a trick, RJ. What animal is pork made from?
RJ: Cows?
LR: No. Pigs!
Dad: How about this one? What animal is beef made from?
LR: Pigs?
Dad: No.
LR: Cows?
Dad: Yes!
Dad: One more… What is venison?
RJ: Lion food!
(on the way to school)
Dad: You’re brining your ammonite fossil?
RJ: Yeah. I want to show it for news.
Dad: Be extra super careful with it… Most kids don’t get to bring ammonites to school. Know why?
RJ: Because they’re really hard to find?
Dad: Yep… but mostly because their parents know they are going to drop them.
RJ: I think there’s a rule. You can drop them one time, and that’s okay, but drop them two times and you’re out. No more fossils for you.
I’m feeling pretty nervous today! Tonight is the opening night of the PCP Iris Award Exhibition… and I’m in it!
Two weeks ago I received a phone call letting me know that I was a finalist for the Iris Award for Contemporary Portraiture. It’s run by the Perth Centre for Photography, a local organisation promoting photography and emerging talent. It’s a huge deal for me, because it’s judged by both professional photographers and artists with a strong grounding in contemporary photography and art history.
It doesn’t help that I’ve seen some of the other finalists (and rejected entries) and they were just awesome.
All I can say is, “I’m not worthy!” and, “They Like Me, They Really Like Me!!!”.
Barn Unfinished Breakfast : My entry for the Perth Centre for Photography Iris Award for Contemporary Portraiture... What a mouthful!
The secret of my success? Having really cute kids and taking way more photos than any human being should reasonably be allowed to.
Seriously, if there was a tax on megapixels the IRS and ATO would be hunting me down.
(while getting ready for school)
RJ: … But I need to wear all grey!
Mum: You can wear your grey tracky pants and a grey t-shirt.
RJ: That’s GRAAAAAY-TE! (runs off amidst a gale of giggling)
On the weekend, LR competed in her first gymnastics competition. Tensions were running high for everyone. After three years of lessons, four hours a week of training, and many, many car trips between the gym and home, we (Mum and Dad) were hoping this would be a positive experience, and not a reason for LR to suddenly take up tap dancing.
It took a while for Mum to get LR's hair exactly right.
(walking home from school)
RJ: I have a girlfriend, you know.
Dad: I didn’t know that.
RJ: Yeah. She’s at my other school.
Dad: That’s cool. What’s her name?
RJ: L. But we don’t talk much.
Dad: Really?
RJ: Actually. She doesn’t talk to me… and I don’t talk to her either… but she’s still my girlfriend.
(while attempting to cut nails)
Dad: That’s your hands… Time for your toenails.
RJ: (curls into a ball) I have no feet or hands. I am a boulder!
Dad: … Uhhh… Okay… Then how did you get here?
RJ: In a paper bag — a party bag. Someone left me here.
(while eating breakfast)
LR: RJ, the Earth wont be around forever. The sun is going to blow up and the Earth will get completely burned.
RJ: But I want to do something awesome. I know, I’ll save the mammoths!
LR: You’ll have to go past Jupiter.
RJ: I’ll take them to Pluto. It’s icy.
Dad: But where are you going to get the mammoths. They’re extinct now.
RJ: I’ll need a time machine… But I have to invent it first.
(while eating dinner)
Dad: I love that song. Maybe I could learn to play it on the piano!
LR: Or on the guitar!
RJ: Or on the ukelele!
LR: Or on the flute!
RJ: Or on the computer!
LR: Or on the drums!
RJ: Or on a violin, but the bow is made from lots of spider webs that are stretched very long on a stick… But you would have to play it very carefully.
(in an airport)
Dad: Come on RJ, let’s go to the toilet before we get on the plane.
RJ: I don’t need to go. I’m fine.
Dad: It’s a lot easier to go now. You’ll have to sit still after we get on the plane.
RJ: I’m not going anywhere! EVER!
Dad: Last chance, mate.
RJ: (yelling) I’M STAYING RIGHT HERE… UNTIL THE SUN BLOWS UP!
