Kids and animals are a bugger to photograph

I started out this morning with the intent of having a decent photo of each of the kids and pets with which to illustrate the ever so fascinating story of my Sunday. I should know better than to make plans that depend on kids and animals behaving for a camera.

The short version of my day goes like this:

• Get out of bed several hours later than intended (must have needed that sleep-in).
• Flail ineffectually at the chaos in the house (Adam has done wonders with it today as I came and went).
• Take Clara to dog park, forget to take camera (this time she decided to wrestle with a doberman twice her size).
• Bring exhausted but happy dog home and make some lunch.
• Take Caitlin shopping so she can spend her birthday money.

She started out looking at Barbie and Bratz dolls but ended up with a purse and some clothes - my indoctrination program is working.

• Go check on Bren and Di's cats (they're not convinced I'm a safe person, they watch suspiciously from behind furniture).
• Take photos of Clara on front deck (we resort to trickery to get her to look at the camera).

"Dad, why are you putting my squeaky toy on Mum's head?"

• Go to Lowenbrau for dinner (take lots more photos nearly all of which are terrible).

Except these two, which I rather like.

• Come home, get kids ready for bed and read aloud a chapter of The Sword and The Circle by Rosemary Sutcliff (this is hard work, the sentence structure is NOT conducive to reading aloud).
• Decide to blog in preference to writing the speech I have to give about the P&C at the school kindy orientation sessions on Monday and Wednesday.

The cats avoided the camera all day, but here's one of Jack that I took a couple of weeks ago.

"Bugger off, I was sleeping."

Now, to speech writing and ironing! Bleh.