Father Son Day

I've been wondering why Bax likes going out with G in the truck so much (Bax calls G's big old manual Surf a truck) and now I know - it's fun to do boy stuff.

We have had to evict some tenants from a property this week and there was a lot of junk and stuff in the back garden so in order to get the property tenanted again ASAP I went over to clean up the yard - in a thunder storm (G is on a course). I left Izzie with my friend H and took Bax and met G's frind Gray their with his two boys O (3) and E (5). We hired a trailer and got stuck in. E swept the porch and O carried bits of junk to the trailer. Gray and I heaved an old couch and a collection of odds and ends into the trailer. Gray took his boys home and Bax and I racked and swept and wedded and filled bagsa of rubbish getting wetter and muddier by the minute.

When it was all done we jumped in the truck and drove to the tip. I had a to get a spare lad who was behind me in the queue to back the trailer but other than that we did it all ourselves. Bax sitting next to me in the truck chatting away.

We went to H's to see Izzie and she was fast asleep. So we stripped off all our wet, muddy clothes and had a steaming hot shower. Then in warm cosy clean clothes I gave him a bottle and sang twinkle twinkle little star in his ear as his blinks got longer and heavier and then I put him in the porta cot and fell asleep.

A perfect Mummy-son day.

Of, course then I had to put my old wet dirty clothes back on and rush across town to return the trailer...!