Category Archives: children
Having fun, eh?
These last few days I’ve been a bit cut off from the world outside of Point Cook. Lots of planning with our 3500 km trip that we had scheduled for today, though circumstances change and so does our planning. We needed two new tyres to our v-dub Herman the German, which haven’t been easy to find. That question was resolved today, when we meet with Nick in Melbourne.
An awesome guy with a real sense of humour, a beautiful wife and adorable kids. It was so nice seeing a VW-fanatic once again!
I’ve also been working on Herman, because there was this noise that came from the rear. Of course things happens just before you are about to start the journey. Well, rather now than later when we are on the Nullarbor Plain. Google that, and you’ll see what we’re up against. Desert is probably a mild word. In latin Nullabor means “no-trees” which might explain it a bit. Click here for our travel map.
The last weekend we catched up with Josh and Cassidy whom I photographed a few weeks ago. Look at this post. This weekend they had reinforcement by their brother Luke who is in this picture. We had so much fun and I took an insane amount of pictures considering we only met them for a few hours.
Well well, the pictures will end up here eventually. Depending on how curious you readers are. That was a summary of my last few days, but please tell me, how have you been?
Fearless and colorful fun
Around two weeks ago I met these wonderful kids, Josh and Cassidy. Both their parents were busy one day so they came and visited their auntie Jen, whom we live with. I actually met them for the first time last year and I must admit that I’m quite fond of them. Their brother Luke, who is not in the photos, is also cute and awesome.
They came to our place early in the morning. Josh brought his laptop and were having a videocall with a friend. Cas sat on Jens computer and played Farmville on Facebook. She also did lots of test on us. For instance Cas determined that if my Jenny would be a Converse-shoe, she would be the blackest of them all.
For lunch we made our now famous swedish pancakes, served with lots of berries, icecream and sugar. Instant death by pancakes, as we call them. When all of us were so full that we could burst, we went to a small playground to loose some of the energy. After that Jen drove us all to the Point Cook Homestead. A beautiful place with old buildings, a café and a beach. Josh and Cas collected shells and ran around poking the dead jellyfish on the beach. They were massive!
Before we, unfortunately, had to return the kids, we stopped at this huge and fun playground! For instance they had a pirate ship and a really long slide that exited from it which gave me lots of actionpics.
All in all, it was a magic day!
Where would we be without youth?
Lately I have been thinking about kids and parents. All of us have different experiences. I have honestly disliked and have had problems handling kids. Just seen them as annoying and irritating, sometimes even bad tempered and horrible. And at other occasions seen them get ill treated.
The reason why I probably haven’t liked kids that much is because of my own life. They have reminded me of my childhood where I was afraid of going to school everyday. Everytime I see a kid treat another youth bad all I can see is red because I know the feeling of being pushed.
Lucky for me, just the last few years I’ve gotten to know some awesome kids. For instance my nieces. They are adorable and I miss them alot. That’s the hardest part about being in the other hemisphere, I miss them so much. It is a fact that they do grow centimeters and IQ everyday. And one day I want to take their photographies. Tell them stories, read to them and use all different kinds of voices. Just be there for them, because that’s what they deserve.
Unfortunately I only have good pictures of this little spillevink though I know my sister Petra have awesome pictures of hers and Niclas’ wonderful treasure.
I am so grateful of having the opportunity nowadays to associate the word “kids” with my nieces and others I’ve met, compared to before when all I could think of was the kids from school who chased me home, stole my things, called me names and tried to break my spine on a hand rail.
