Given how much difficulty I had persuading my own son to allow me to take this photo, I don’t think “child headshot specialist” is likely to appear in my marketing materials anytime soon.

Then again, there was a slide nearby. And swings. And… a slide.

My desk is rarely this tidy, but I do try to leave it looking semi-respectable on Friday afternoons.

Meanwhile, energy drink is rarely absent from my desk – it’s part of how I’m coping with my achalasia. Not that many people seem to believe me.

Marijuana is supposed to help, too. Hopefully a surgical fix will be organised before I need to hit the streets for a dealer…

1 May = Wednesday = small group night = the first of a “this is my life” mini-series.

Also, the first night our electronic Bibles outnumbered our paper ones.

Thankfully, plenty of paper remained on-hand for spill removal.

Speaking of sleep, I believe this was Miss 1’s first night out of the cot. Given this is Mr 3’s bed, we’d better start looking at bunks…

It takes her a while to wake up after a long night keeping watch over us. And/or barking at bats.

I usually disqualify images shot for clients from this project, but for obvious reasons, I couldn’t resist.

No matter how much he channeled those inherited portions of his father’s mildly abnormal brain, he was unable to determine the password.

Here are three images from the kids’ first visit to Taronga Zoo.

I’d like to visit Taronga more often, but with Mr 3’s insistence on immediately reliving the seal show he had just seen in real life, maybe animal documentaries will be enough!

Next stop: Dubbo!