My Lovely

The past few weeks have knocked the wind of me a bit.

So in the face of unspeakable sadness for those around me I need to stop and note a little beautifulness.




~ the pram-pushing, dolly-cuddling beautifulness

~ the beautifulness that is a toddler with outstretched arms calling 'cuggle!'

~ the beautifulness of a tiny third bottom tooth poking through and ending the 'hippo teeth' look!




~ the beautifulness of her 'Wow!' and 'Ooh!' at every little thing.



~ the wonder of a little person learning to count, recognise colours and know more and more words each day.



~ the beautifulness of an emerging personality.




~ the beautifulness of last night, when I was giving her her bottle and telling her I loved her. That baby took the bottle out of her mouth leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips. I need nothing more.

Wet (long) weekend

It's raining, it's pouring. Etc.

But hey, that's no barrier to a bit of fun, is it?

Light

There has been so much going on of late that it was only this morning that I realised I was going to post some pictures of last Sunday evening, when I took the little lad into the city - leaving Daddy and daughter at home - to check out the Vivid light festival.



At this time of year it's getting dark pretty early, so I did think 'what am I doing going out in the cold late on a Sunday night?' Then I looked at my watch at it said 5.30. (Clearly I don't get out enough.)



Anyhow, we jumped on the train, headed into Circular Quay, oohed and aahed at all the amazingly clever and gorgeous lighting effects.



It was cool to see the Opera House all lit up, for sure. But, really, the best thing about our evening was that it was a chance for me and my 'big boy' to grab some rare one-on-one time.



We held hands, ate chips and an icecream and just enjoyed each other's company.

My shining boy.