I recently spent a weekend in Melbourne with my gorgeous sister Kim and her trio of boys (the big lanky one she married isn't featured here). Joshua, the eldest, started school last week, simultaneously breaking his mother's heart and filling it with pride. The youngest, Lachlan, turned 3 years old on Friday 13th - make your own assumptions about the little devil he may or may not be.
Both boys are a delight, with lovely manners and vocabularies well beyond their peers. However, as one of three girls growing up in the Banham household I have to say I still marvel at the world of boys. It just doesn't stop - there is no sitting quietly playing with dolls, it's all action, all the time til they are packed off to bed. I suffer a bit of culture shock everytime, and only wonder how my sister Kim has adapted where pretend sword fighting, physical play and male appendages are all part of a normal day.
For now though we will continue to enjoy the fact that they will still hold your hand to cross the street, and crawl onto your lap for a cuddle and stand in defiance with hand on a hip while trying to negotiate with an adult who towers above. For they will surely grow to be tall young men who pass through a period of surly indifference before blossoming into heart breakers who will once again enjoy holding someone's hand and snuggling in for a cuddle. Just don't tell their mother that it may not be her. Josh's first week of school was traumatic enough for Kim!
These photos were taken before bedtime with the boys in their new pyjamas featuring The Wiggles and Ben Ten.
