Two for the price of one today. Today I've opted for a shot of day-to-day life for many here in Tasmania, the washing drying on the hills hoist. The background to the story is a familiar tale I'm sure: unwell toddler; vomiting; changing sheets; vomiting; changing clothes; vomiting; changing sheets again; vomiting; wiping everything down with nappies; vomiting; and so it goes!
Thus, even though we have a non-vomiting, seemingly better (albeit lethargic) little bloke today, there presented before me in the cold, hard light of morning was a mountain of washing that needed to be done. Undaunted, I set about the herculean task and by the middle of the day, six loads of washing was completed! The above photo represents a mere fraction that went through our laundry. I've spared the faint hearted from images of our smalls and concentrated on the cute little Henry-related outfits.
The tale of a Sunday spent washing is even more tragic, as it prevented me from presenting a far happier photograph. Illness prevented young Henry from attending his little mate Evie's birthday party, (the fear of spreading the plague to all of the littlies in attendance was alas too great). Spookily, Evie's birthday song is "Bad Day" by Daniel Powter, which I've never heard, but summed up Henry's day. This was even more tragic for everyone though, as it meant missing out on a trip to the world famous Steenholdt ranch, and getting our grubby little hands on some of their magnificent pears!
But I couldn't leave it at that, and have included a special bonus picture. Here we have Henry (pre-vomiting) attempting to dive into one of the many water features at the Royal Tasmanian Botanical Gardens. Come to think of it, perhaps it may have been the constant dipping of hands (and who knows what else) in fountains that generated the bout of vomiting?
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Did you see Peter Cundall's vegie patch?
I've got a poxy birthday song.
"To Sir With Love".
Henry has pulled up alright today, back to eating like a goat (no vomiting, which is always good).
Lulu isn't too bad a get, better than Henry's shocker!
By the way..."To Sir With Love" is a beautiful song...I went to see the movie with my very first boyfriend...and experienced my first kiss...so it has lots of warm memories for me! (I also had a crush on Sidney Poitier!)
Aww Henry, sei gesund und stark.
Kris, sooner than you can imagine, he will be off and doing his own laundry.
Dina, I shall pass the message on, my German does extend enough that I recognise the words, very kind. I hope that he'll be ready to do a few loads of laundry by the time the next baby arrives in August!
And Chuck, I don't mind doing the washing. There is a real sense of achievement when you see that dirty, smelling pile of clothes, sheets and nappies transformed into fresh, gleaming and neatly folded piles. No ironing for me though, I've never really seen the point of that!