There and about

Today we took the kids to the museum. It is the first time I've ever been to the Perth museum, unbelievably (only unbelievable because I personally have lived in Perth for a total of --a lot-- of years). Considering we took a bus and train to get there, and then a bus home, with a fair bit of walking from hither to thither as well, with 6 young children, only four of whom can walk reliably, and an esky-full of vegan tofu sushi that I woke up at 7am to make, and the fact that about 35% of us have a mild head cold...it was fun. Ish. My favorite part of the museum, however, was the building itself. I like architecture (looking at, not participating in). The museum has a lot of it, and it's old. Happy. :)

I can't wait until the Pompeii Exhibition opens up. I am strangely enthralled by the story of Pompeii and I'm pretty much deathly jealous of my sister who got to go see the ruins of this ancient Roman city during a trip to Europe. I'm excited about the exhibition, being probably as close to visiting the actual site as I'll ever get. And, I'm going ALONE. :-D

We didn't get many photos of our trip today because I'm absolutely terrible at remembering to take photos of stuff. This is just one problem with having dual personalities who are at odds with one another. One doesn't think that taking photos of moments are as important as living the moments, and the other wants to kick the first one's butt for thinking that. *sigh* I managed to get myselves to agree on at least taking photos of the children, since they are The Things That Really Matter anyway. :-) So I give you a Travis Family Exhibition:


Miss Evelyn, 11 weeks old. She's going through a pain-in-the-butt phase. Thankfully, her cuteness does quite a bit to make up for her less-than-easygoing nature. I'm assured that fussiness peaks at 12 weeks...I'm holding my breath, is my face turning blue?

You wouldn't know she's a demanding little grizzlepot by looking at these photos, though, would you? :-) (Incidentally, you probably wouldn't guess that she's sitting on a diaper that will, minutes later, mess up her pants, her shirt, and the seat of the stroller, nor would you suppose that she will shortly spend 15 minutes screaming her head off inside the *otherwise almost silent* museum while her frantic mother tries to breastfeed her without providing another display -- I'm not a museum exhibit, people, move along!).


This is Seth, who just turned two. He was a very, very good boy today. He even ate sushi (and this child doesn't eat!). Other than being a bit hot-and-cold, and understandably territorial, he's an awesomely behaved little kid. If you give him what he wants, he's happy all the time. Love him. :)

Only downside of Seth that I can see, at this moment, is the fact that he's not exactly easy to take a photo of. ;)


Still pretty dang cute though!


Benjamin, 3.5 years of age, is spectacular. However, his behaviour is a little lacking in general, which I put down to his age, increasing sense of self, and need for independence vs. dependence conflict issues. That'd be enough to make anyone a little iffy. He handles it all pretty well, and will usually behave himself, eventually, but with a wee twinkle in his eye. :-)


These girls are something else. Mae is a 6.5yo, witty (smart-mouthed?), funny, pouty, ratty little thing who likes to take control of the situation at hand (especially when it involves taking control of her siblings). Although sometimes she is blatantly insensitive, she can be moved to tears at times when others are hurting. Grace, who once had a quick, hot temper, has mellowed considerably, and is now (mostly) a soft and sensitive girl who seems to think rather abstractly. I think she might be a fair bit like me. Both girls can do the splits. I tell you this because I'm 100% sure they would want me to.


Jonathan turned 8 in February. This is a solid, steady young man with a very sensitive and empathic personality (he is the first to ask me if I'm okay if I seem upset, etc.). He often doubts his strengths and abilities, and he is not comfortable with making mistakes, so one of my biggest prayers for him is that the Lord let him see what he is capable of, without allowing him to become conceited. This child...he could become conceited, justifiably.


Larry. My husband is almost 35, a strong and capable man who is also gentle and nurturing. Although we, as a family, mostly conform to traditional roles, with me taking on more of the household duties and him bringing in the money, he is very supportive of me in my other outside endeavours. He also prides himself on and enjoys learning, growing, and improving. This makes him an inspiration to me. I love him.

FYI, this entry was cross-posted on both of my blogs. Yes, I am really that boring.