blog free rest and the energizer baby

A weekend with very little blogging is enormously refreshing after 30 days non stop.

As much as I loved the challenge I was getting tired. Do you know, I will be very surprised if that final portrait ever gets done. Another classic example of me starting something and going hard out until I burn out,

...and so goes the story of my life. The enthusiasm wanes and it all grinds to a halt. One photo left or not. Challenge, thankyou, you were very fun but you are now very done and dusted. On to the next thing...:)

Does anyone relate? When I'm no longer feeling something it's all over rover. I have been known to read hundreds of pages of a book only to give up in the last 50. I'm not joking. (River God, Jono, I know you were appalled.) :)

So I've cleaned and sorted the house which feels great, and I'm itching for more time with my hubby who has been working the crazy hours this last month. (Another reason why I could even participate in the challenge to begin with--all those evenings by myself with a bunch of the day's random snaps uploaded and a keyboard. What else is a girl to do...?)

Well, we had one day together this weekend and we loved it. Em, if you are reading, we bumped into your lovely uncle and he snapped this shot...

And then this this little guy...

...he has reached that energizer baby 'let me at the world' stage. Above shot snapped 30 seconds before the cry for help, because although he is climbing up onto everything he has yet to learn how to get down. :)

Eating the heater.

Grabbing whatever he can reach.

Up the stairs, chuckling all the way because he knows Mummy is right behind him.

You've all been there, you know the drill. It's pretty darn cute, really. I love each new little stage. His head sports a colourful assortment of bruises and scrapes that change position every few days. And we've started to strip bare and tape up the house and all that. You know, otherwise you turn your head for a split second and they're gnawing on the power sockets.

Well...

...we donned the para-rubber and popped out into our wintery garden for a few moments this afternoon. I wanted to take a snap of this...

...Sophia's preschool 'sunflower', in all her glory. If you remember this post and my admissions of ardent black fingered-ness you will appreciate just how delighted I am by this foot high beauty.

The wind was spinning the pinwheel like crazy so I turned to take this shot...

...and all of a minute later I turn back to my boy...

Aaahhhhhhh!!!!

The leaves (note them on the poor plant and in my son's hands) have had a hair cut. And the stem is cracked.

Tips on plant resuscitation?? Anyone...?


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