Kids young and old
There is kind of an unwritten tradition in our family to meet at the parents house for breakfast on Saturday mornings. I’m not sure exactly when this started, but I think it was around the time my younger brother left home. He was the last one of five to move out. Mum wanted to hang on to him longer, so she lured him back on Saturdays with her big fry-up! The rest of us just invited ourselves. No special treatment for middle-children :(
At the weekend, I found myself with two cancellations and no shoots to do. Saturday morning was gloriously sunny and I had an itchy shutter finger. Good enough reason to bring the camera and take a few shots of the clan together. This is how they are. Babies, kids, bigger kids, dogs, the lot. Just hanging out, oh and jumpin too! I don’t know what it is, but when we get together in the garden/wilderness out there we are transported to childhood again, with full permission to act silly and immature granted.
I’ll miss this in the Summertime when I’m doing the Weddings but we’ll have the late light evenings and bbq’s to catch up instead.
When you are editing a photosession and you suddenly realise your sides hurt from laughing then its got to be something worth sharing.
This stick on a rope has been around since we were young. It’s literally hanging on by a thread!
Niamh is always happiest with Granda in tow.
The youngest of the clan and the most stylish.
And the oldest (in dog years). We don’t actually know what age Nala is. She was grown when we got her and very timid. We’ve have her about 15 years. She is deaf now, and can’t see well either. Still smart and sneaky though! She likes chasing her tail. And the cat.
Our cat is only interested in finding the best place to catch some rays.
You might remember Jerry O’Hara Junior from last year when I blogged about him. He is a real noggin-head.
Big foodie. Here he is in full ‘PLEASE GIVE ME’ plead-mode. Drool bubbles and everything.
And here, trying to show only a passing interest in that lolly (hence the bored look). If she turns away he will go for the lick.
After the swinging we tried to play football. That didn’t work out. Jerry chewed up the ball.
So what now? Bark. Snort.
We went for the trampoline then. Jerry hasn’t mastered this yet. I was struggling to keep the camera steady here looking at their faces. Love these.x
Believe it or not, Michael is a full-time lecturer at the Southern Regional College. Seriously.
“You better not put any of these on your blog. Some students might see them.”
Mr Serious. He can be so Ross from Friends sometimes. My response?
“Maybe they will actually think your interesting now. If not you could always go loco.”
Aisling has perfected the ‘still-look-pretty-even-when-your-jumping-in-mid-air’ look. Unfortunately, Michael has not, and continues to do the polo-mint expression.
I would love to do this with an engagement session, but don’t want to be responsible for the medical bills if someone breaks a leg! Best to just use the relatives.
*Sigh* Saturday morning fun. Such a laugh :) And I haven’t even posted photos of the actual breakfast. I’ll do that in a part 2 post sometime soon!