Slowly getting the house ship shape for Ezra and Jen's return. Until then, enjoy the greatest meeting of the minds since the Manhattan Project.
I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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Adorable, absolutely adorable.
Looks like it'll all turn out ok anyway.
And I'm a bit concerned that Henry thinks the camera is the baby.
He does look a little bewildered.
And I love the look on Jen's face.
Congratulations from Aunty Mary's friend Janine.
Well done.
Hallam, Jen was feeding Ezra when Henry entered the room. He's been good about that though, probably because he self weened at 18 months and doesn't feel like he's losing out.
Henry was odd for the first bit of seeing his mum. He was quite reserved (cold even) in the hospital, even when we first went home. I think that he was trying to 'punish' her for leaving him at home. It was incredibly difficult to leave him, that's why I spent equal parts at home with him as I did with Jen and Ezra. He's 100 percent better with her now she's back home though.