Yes, I'm in the photo. It's a little miracle called My Husband's Home, which makes it easier for me to be in the picture rather than taking it. Usually my little men are the stars over here in our little blog world - but hey - I thought on the off chance that hubby might be willing (because he's more than able), he might like to take a snap.
Now, I don't want to seem ungrateful or anything, but could he have bothered hopping down off the verandah steps so I didn't look so short? Could he have bothered to zoom in a little? Could he have found a more flattering angle? (According to him, the unflattering angle is my fault, and my bad posture.)
I know, I know. I'm such a backseat driver, and I don't even consider myself a photographer. No wonder why he doesn't like to take photos when I ask him.
So, where was I? Oh, that's right. Thanks a million Babe!
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Mummy wears: JACKET, for twentyone. JEANS, Jeans West. PLATFORM HEELS, Zu.
Noah wears: LONG-SLEEVED TSHIRT, Cotton On Kids. DENIM SHIRT, Seed. CORDS, Pumpkin Patch. SHOES, AirFlex. We drink: DrinkUp Spring Water (well, it's in the picture, isn't it?).
Fancy Pants is the way I record my boys and their cute little outfits . Goodness knows, they'll grow out of these clothes before they're worn out!