Yesterday I decided to come home for a few hours. I turned off the fans in my studio and just pottered around my space. I tinkered on my pc. I played with my dogs. I did some washing. I decluttered a shelf in the playroom. I picked up dog poop in the yard. I boiled an egg and made myself some tea. Just stuff that I do on any given morning.
I decided to give the folks some time-out from the busyness that is us. Not that they asked for it - they have been uber-gracious but the confines of the space for all 10 of us (Levi counts as 3) can become overwhelming. The weather was magic so I brought the kids here and let them go CR-A -ZEE in the garden.
Below the photo sequence is as follows:
Levi suggests they play a game...he limps off and collapse around the side of
the pool. A wounded soldier or something?
The girls have to save him or something?
But in the end MOTHER appears with her camera and asks
for a posed jump shot.
They are are wise like that.
It was such a magnificent evening that we took the kids down to the beach around 5. I decided to test my legs and went for a run. This headcold hit me hard on Saturday but has eased so quickly and I was able to run strongly even cracking a negative split which is a first for me.
I was boiling by the end and simply went into the sea with my girls in my gear . Felt alive and optimistic and energised for any more madness that may come my way this week.
|The peace signs are an ode to the girls...who cannot pose without cracking one|
And lastly this photo just melts my heart. My rough, tough and relatively street-wise lad still believes in the tooth fairy. I think. He lost a tooth on Sunday and then searched my mom's house for the little ceramic fairies. When I came through to check on him I found him fast asleep, fairy next to him with his tooth propped on her lap. The paradoxical moment just finished me off really.