Anzac day is one of those special occasions, you know the ones. The ones that bring a smile and a tear to your eye at the same time, where silence for a small moment feels like eternity and can help bring back countless memories and emotions in the blink of an eye. For the past few years we have been getting up early in the morning to attend the dawn service at Blackboy hill. This site was once a training camp for the early Anzacs, and holds a special place in history. Our kids have ben eager although very tired to get up and go to the dawn service, and we see many of our family and friends there. There is also a fantastic group of volunteers that put on hot drinks, scones and Anzac cookies for the people braving the cold mornings. Well this morning wasn't that cold, but due to baby having a rough night, we had a bit of a sleep in. In fact Baby, Kembry and Mesha didn't get up at all, While Cumoram and I scrambled for the door to get there before it finished. This year seemed to be even more packed than previous years, but it was great to see such wonderful support. After attending the Dawn Service, the family and I caught the train into the city to watch the Marching Parade. This was an event that we would attend regularly when we were younger, especially when my Grandpop was alive and would March with the other returned soldiers. We would march with him often, which was a great delight to us. Dad really got into it too and so Anzac day has always been a special day for us as a family. One year I went to March and took my younger cousin Paddy out with me to be alongside our Grandpop. Well the West Australian newspaper thought that would be a great shot and so they snapped a picture of us to be published in the paper. Another great memory is of a very early portrait I did of my Grandpop and my Grandma sitting together at Langley reserve  after the march and while we waited for the main service to begin. I loved that moment and still have the photo I took of them those many years ago. I had given them a framed picture of it as a gift and it was the one thing I asked to have back from them when they passed away. It holds a very special meaning to me.
This year we found a spot to watch the parade down by the Bell tower. We met with friends Tim and Jess Batten and took in with us Jessy Fallon. Jessy and Cumoram road their scooters around most of the time, but Kembry and Jairom had great joy sitting and watching the soldiers and marching bands in full motion. I snapped a few pictures of the day and processed them as Black & White images. As I saw these men and women march, i saw many things in their faces. Many carried scarring of what they had been through or what they had seen. They also had a look of dignity and pride. As I looked at their expressions I wondered what they thought now. I hope they have a place in their heart of peace and joy, knowing that what they did those many years ago has been of great benefit to us and our kids. Because it has. We live in a land of peace and plenty, where we have liberty to choose. Our freedom is our greatest blessing. Sometimes we moan and groan of our circumstances, but we are so blessed and have so much. And we OWE so much to those who have fought for our freedom and prosperity. To all those ANZACS and all those affected by the sacrifices of their family in the past, I would like to say THANK YOU..... LEST WE FORGET.
I hope these images tell a story and find meaning in your heart (PART 1)

Took a few pics at the Skate park of my Nephew and his Buddy today. Cumoram was in on it too, but didn't want too many pics taken. I will upload some more when I have a chance to look at them. Kids had a great time there and Then we went to Bishop Armitages house to watch the Wildcats go down to the NZ Breakers in the NBL Grandfinal decider.

You know what I really Love about my kids is that they have so much love for each other. I'm a very Proud Dad. This Morning As Mesha and I Stay in bed a little longer to catch some extra zzzzz's from a hectic week plus being a little sick still, Cumoram (again) gets up with his baby brother Jairom. He not only looks after him but he feeds him breakfast and gives him a bottle. He grabbed a bottle from last nights leftovers by mistake so hopefully baby doesn't get sick. But its a wonderful thing what this little boys does time and time again for his younger siblings. Its hard believing that he is only 7. He really is a caring soul and loves being kind to people. Kembry is still very much our little doll, she has grown up so much too, but she has her baby ways. Most nights or mornings she races into our room and says she wants to sleep with  us. She loves having snuggles and being treated like the baby a little too. She really loves Jairom too, I don't think she is jealous at all and plays with him. There is no one that can make her laugh like Kembry can. Bubba Jairom is just about ready for a haircut, its shaggy and all over his face, so we might be trimming it later on today. He is so funny howling away, I think we should of names hime Mogli or Jungle boy because he so is. And his tantrums welll...... thats something to see, its actually quite funny. Mesha is staying home to study today so I might take the kids out to meet Uncle Joe, Tainui and Teijah.

Grandma just turned 62 and for those of the family not far away, we held a little party. What that means is Kids running wild, doing whatever they want to do, and us as parents for once not challenging Grandma when she just lets them get away with it. A couple of things we got to find out on the night. Zoey actually likes Basketball, I wonder how that sits with her non sporty parents. Mali can do amazing handstands ( almost as good as his Dad and I). Cumoram is the Hoola Hoop king, although Sariah isn't that far off and little Adam and his mates love Nephi and the LIKEN videos. Oh and one more thing - Grandpop looks good in his cone hat. What a great night, and everyone had loads of fun. Happy Birthday Grandmas, we Love you lots!!!!

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