My little companion.
I often wonder what it must be like to have a little girl.
This one, he is all boy.
Or should that be *BOY!*
He smells of Vegemite and sweat.
His engine runs hot. And he is always running, running, running.
Or climbing, digging, sifting, splashing... or down on his belly inspecting ants soldiering through forests of grass.
He is determined and vocal, but the shyest kid there ever was (other than me!).
Always carrying things, here, there... and daily rearranging our house in the process.
He has a large obsession with lids and buttons, locks and levers. And water. And things that go - the more flashing lights, the better. And smelling e-very-thing.
His first tiny dreadlocks have appeared... and the problem of his fringe (won't have it cut). What to do? For now we're taking the path of least resistance and hoping it grows quickly and out of his eyes. And sticking a clip in it sometimes :-0
And besides, a boy living at a lighthouse needs a shaggy do.
Joining in with Jodi.
You can see the whole series of portraits here.