Sally bought Hannah over today for her little shoot. It's funny when you put Sal and I together. We get along so well, she really is like my little sister (she was only 14 or 15 when I first met Brett), but we are just like chalk and cheese too. Totally different. Sally was the one who was supposed to have the girls, and I was meant to have boys. It's just in us if that makes sense. I love things grungy, no frills, streamlined... and Sal, well the prettier the better. I love minimilism, Sally loves to be surrounded by little bits of 'prettyness'. When it comes to photos, Sally likes props :) I was planning to have Hannah naked on her tummy, with her tush up in the air, you know, knees tucked underneath, but Sally didn't want to take her clothes off her, and that is all good. I am very concious, when I take people's photos, of the fact that they are their photos, and I can guide them and offer ideas, but at the end of the day, if they don't like it, they don't like it (and they won't buy it)... (not that Sally has to buy them, she is my sister! (IL) ).
Mum and Dad came over today, so they picked up the foam cushion for this for me, but I need to go fabric shopping for the cover. They bought my other nephew Will as my brother & Sharnie have to work public holidays, but Will's creche is closed, so M&D have him. He had a good play with Liam. I saw Ethan tottle off towards them, but a few minutes later heard him screaming. I rushed to find him, to realise his screams were comming from the toilet (for a split second I had visions of him with his head in the loo, with his feet sticking out!) Liam had forgotten to shut the door and he'd got in there and climbed up onto the toilet. Then slipped. When I got there he was hanging half off the cystern, and there was a big smear of blood across it! Don't you hate those moments, the seconds that feel like hours, where you try to process where the blood could be comming from. Our cysterns are ceramic, so they are really hard when you hit them, and he put his tooth through his lip. Very badly, but thankfully he didn't chip his teeth too. I was worried that he'd need stitch (public holiday sitting in Frankston Hospital Emergency... along with a good chunk of the population I'd guess!) After the bleeding slowed down he chomped away on an un-open tube icypole for a while. I think its OK, but he's going to have a fat lip for a while.
Brett's sick too. Need I say more, we all know what it's like when the man is sick :(
Then Liam was supposed to say at Nanna & Poppy's tonight for sleepover, but when Poppy came to get him, he'd just developed a bit of a fever too. I have to work tomorrow. Boss' son and the technical manager have gone to WA to install a huge machine. At least it will be peaceful... I hope. So how many more weeks are left of this year?