Twice a week:
He likes it.
The boy! Did I share the fact that boy is 8 now? Hecksies…
Not really great grandma friendly!
Nor is this one, but I love it anyway. He loves coming home from school and jumping on the trampoline with a fair few water bombs and balloons and getting horrendously wet….
We’ll have to try grandma photos another day….
The little family is house sitting on a hill, at the moment. It has been delightful!
I have made a new best friend:
And then there is this face, who can say no?
And enough natural light, that I find myself wanting to eat it with a spoon:
We’re loving our time on this side of the river… despite never having lived on this side (and yeah, in Brisbane, you pick your side of the river – rarely do people move back and forth across them!), we’re kinda liking it.
Here’s to more adventures tomorrow!
For the rest of my life, I know some of the images of love that I shall carry in my mind, my heart and my soul. The ones of my twenties are diverse, but they feature my boys. Yesterday was a hot Spring’s afternoon that we spent picking mulberries, kicking a ball around and making the beginnings of Mulberry Pie.
These are what I carry:
The weather is hot, dry and smoky. I am loving it. Summer 2011-2012, bring it on, baby!