Saturday was a day filled with excited six year olds, birthday cake and bursting balloons. Very, very good fun but Sunday needed to be a bit peaceful. A play and picnic in the park. Our favourite park.
With a new birthday scooter. Its first outing.
Henry: "Don't step in the glass, Mum."
Me: "How did you get to be so grown up? Or so casually inner-city?"
Forget the baby who is being rained on for the first time, I try to get my beloved camera under my t-shirt. Can't. No room with all those boobs. Right. Hightailing it back to the car, wearing baby, protecting camera, trailing small people and carrying scooter and bikes.
Ad carried the coffee and didn't spill a drop, wonderful man.