Special #fmy52weeksofmemories

I have a feeling of reluctance when Izzy asks to use my camera. She seems to enjoy using it, and I quite like seeing what she has captured from her perspective. There is always something special and unique. It makes me nervous though and am constantly reminding her to look after it. I have to remember to pack her camera when we got out and about so I don't have to hand over mine.

We went down to Canunda on Easter Saturday with family. This is how Izzy saw it.

Easter Saturday at Canunda

The Canunda National Park seems to be a popular place for us at Easter time. Last year we headed down there on the Sunday. This year we joined the same group of family, with a few new faces to meet and enjoy spending some time with.

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Egg #fmy52weeksofmemories

Easter Sunday morning. Crack of dawn. Isabel came into our bed. She laid there for ten minutes, then asked if she could wake her sister. I said as long as she did it gently. As soon as Isabel quietly mentioned the Easter Bunny to her, she was up!

There was lots of  "Oh my gods" about the foot prints and chocolate treats. Although it was early, it was exciting for me too. I didn't care that their breakfast consisted of Disney chocolate and Cadbury eggs.



Mum put on a pizza night for dinner and we left with our stomachs bursting. I am still getting over it.

The following photos were taken with my camera by Izzy. She likes to use my camera, I know I shouldn't let her play with it, but she loves taking photos and I don't want to discourage her. It could be her 'thing', and I quite like the images she produces from the angle of a six year old.

Listen #fmy52weeksofmemories

Last Tuesday night the girls laid out the picnic rugs in the driveway, and turned the car radio on loud. I sat on a chair and was ordered to watch the performance.

It was all a bit much to listen to with the dog yapping at all of us as well. In the end something had to give, and it was the radio. It was easier to shut up than the dog.

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