Portraits of my children once a week, every week, in 2014.
Not ballet practise, but Lucy warming up prior to doing the 30 Day Shred. She is very keen on it, and as far as I'm concerned, someone in the house should be doing it. A few weeks ago, Lucy was working out and a naked Hattie was jumping off the arm of the sofa onto me. Life here is never dull.
A new game at the park. Hattie flings herself onto the moving roundabout, then locks and rolls off. I don't think there's any else to say about that.
Insanity is hereditary; you catch it off your children.
See other people's admittedly far better photographs of their doubtlessly far less insane children here.