The Summer of change

Well it's been so long since I've blogged that I couldn't even remember how to log in! Somehow life just got in the way and now, here I am, months and months down the track with so much having changed. My year of maternitiy leave has officially finished and I'm now back on the work treadmill, catching the train in to the city three days a week. I wake at 5, leave by 6, drop off Braden, sit on the train, get to work by 7:30, work work work, then reverse it all, home, dinner, baths, stories, pack bags for the next day, lunchboxes, ironing, fall into bed exhausted, start again at 5 the next day. I know that most grown-ups with kids do this, but I had no idea how much it really involved. I never really considered all those years I spent travelling, lying on beaches, seeing films, eating in restaurants to be self-indulgent, I thought they were just life. Funny how you don't really know about the other life you will lead later until you get there. Not that I'd change any of it (but I am glad that I have those years of self-indulgence under my belt).









Monkey's having a great time at kindy now (after a few teary weeks). He's become a little cleptomaniac though and his teachers at kindy need to frisk him before he goes home (his haul has included cars, wheels, felt trees, ladders from fire engines, and even a cup of water (still with water in it) carefully balanced in the top of his bag). But he misses Granma terribly. Monkey's having a little trouble adjusting to being a big brother and is constantly snatching toys from his younger brother saying 'no, that's mine!'. But he's a happy chappy and every adventure needs to be reinacted the next day and every thought inside his head comes out his mouth. All day long, and even in his sleep.













Bugalugs is thriving and his new nickname has become 'Bruiser'. He's a good sturdy, confident boy with a great sense of adventure. He's always plodding up the hall looking for new ground to explore, usually with a toy in his mouth like a dog. He's such a happy boy that he's become a favourite at his daycare and I think Granma would adopt him if she was younger.

Oh, and we've opened up our world a little, the light pours in and we live outside on our new deck, here are a few pics of the transformation ...