We had a lovely weekend...thanks for asking.

This weekend it rained. First time in ages. it was great.

Actually only on Sunday. And we stayed inside and played games and made crumble from all the fruit in the garden - guaves, apples, feijoas - and biscuits and a big hot pot of risotto using all the stock left over from last week's roast chicken. We went over to Miss O's for an hour and a hlaf to play and the big kids played so well with all of Auntie H's old Fisher Price stuff from the seveties and Izz busied herself by sorting wooden animals. They are all so good at just going off and doing stuff so H and I can chat and Uncle R can watch the sports.

On Saturday we had Bax and Miss O's Harvest Fest at Kindy. it was really a party and there were apples hanging from trees and little boats set up in the pond and a game where you had to put your face in to try and get up chocs in your teeth. And digging for gold in the sandpit. Bax had a go at everything. Another parent said he was like a butterflying flitting from one activity to the next. Three seperate families told me how lovely and gorgeous and friendly he was and how their children loved playing with him. we have now ascertained that he favourite friend is Lockie who goes on Thrusdays. His mum is from Brixton!!

By the time we left bax was soaked from playing with big girls in the pond and he stripped off before we got to the car then peed in the gutter. For some bizarre reason he then ran down the footpath giggling and starkes with me chasing which was hilarious for all those watching!

Then last night not only to Granny and Poppa get us tickets to the movies they also came around to do dinner for the kids, baths, stories and bedtime and all that while G and i WENT to the movie!!!

All weekend Bax has been trying to get us (G and me) to admit that he is a "Big Boy" We tell him no that he is a "Little Boy". we say that Georgie and Josh and Nash are Big Boys and he is a Little Boy. He says "Da-da Big Boy!" So we say "What is Lockie?" And he says "Lockie Little Boy" Then we say "And what is Da-Da?" "Da-da Big Boy". Finally this morning he made his last offer by announcing "Da-da Little Big Boy"..

Another funny language thing: On Saturday we discovered that it is inorganic rubbish collection time. I said to G "We have to find something to put out!" Bax said without missing a beat "We could put out a fire!"