Bren, Nicci and Logan, Langebaan. Er, we go back a bit do Bren, Nicci and myself. And now there’s young Logan to add into the mix. So where do we start? Well first came their wedding, then came their Trash the Dress, then came their maternity shoot and now, finally, their first ever 100% official family photo shoot at The Strandloper in Langebaan. I’m trying really hard to kind of get rid of these guys, but they keep finding a reason to come back. It’s all a bit frustrating, but what can you do! They even came over for a pre-shoot braai this time around. JA! How’s that for forward! And all I’m thinking is: ‘huh, what have I done to be getting punished like this?’ Anyway, you just learn to smile and wave in this business sometimes. Grin and bare it. Pretend you’re having a good time and all, even if you just want to say: ‘go home already you irritating people and take your kid and his runny nose with you.’ So you light the fire, turn the meat, pour the wine, all the time wondering how you’re going to get those stones that THEIR kid is throwing into YOUR swimming pool out of the water. Fun tiiiiiimes. Yoohooooo. What’s that smell? Oh, must be a dirty nappy. Yoohooooo. Oh, is that the time ALREADY? Best we go to bed, we all need to be up early for a photo shoot tomorrow morning you know. Goodbye, lock the door, whew. The next thing you know it’s 7.00am and guess whose back for their shoot. Oh AWESOME. What a lovely start to the day. Oh look, you brought your dog as well – what’s the expression – ‘happy dance’ or something. None of which actually happened (except for the stones in the pool, nappy, irritating people, turn the meat and dog part). Still, I do try my hardest to kiiiind of love these guys and Logan is a very funny, very cute, very awesome young man. Very expressive kid that you just want to hug and never let go of. Logan, I hope I grow old photographing you and your dodgy parents, because man, you guys make life worth living. Now, ask your parents for another baby brother or sister and let’s do it all again. Hey, maybe you even strike gold and get twin siblings. In which case I’ll leave the country.  Problem is, your folks would probably come as well. Which leads me to this – if you’re travelling on honeymoon or a family holiday, call Nicci. She’s the absolute bomb – she knows everything about anything and more when it comes to travel. She’s pretty darned jacked up and there defs isn’t another Nix falling from the rafters every day. Here you go: