selling a piece of lego for $1 (as you can see, there's not much of a passing crowd)
half-heartedly sharing the last of the stewed fruits (but still sharing)
It's 9.45am.
Together we've re-organised the garden shed, fed the chooks, collected eggs and are now having morning tea on the deck, with a discussion about double-decker axes. Perhaps he was a lumberjack in a past life (he talks quite often about axes).
Stewed fruit, tea and choc-chip biscuits, and a trust-worthy MSR.
Snuggles and swings on the hammock.
A walk to the water, and much climbing: over fences, up trees, along railings.
I'll miss days like this with my little one when he starts school next year.
Stewed fruit, tea and choc-chip biscuits, and a trust-worthy MSR.
Snuggles and swings on the hammock.
A walk to the water, and much climbing: over fences, up trees, along railings.
I'll miss days like this with my little one when he starts school next year.
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