42/52

Lost in observation - and good times - at the playground

Well with settling on our new house and mortgage (yelp!), moving house across the sea, antenatal appointments, work, and now, the start of solo toddlering, it looks like 41 will be the third week in 52 without a portrait.

Luckily 42 makes up for it. In my books, anyway. Grainy and scratchy as it is. Another (indulgent) diptych.

This is one beautiful kid, growing up in leaps and bounds, every single day.

He looks so much older since our move to the city.

And transitions aside, he has been so very moody lately - mostly reserved for his parents - that it has felt like living with a teenager. 

Is that just a two-year-old thing?

Joining in with Jodi.

40/52

Playing in his 'castle' amongst the sandstone cliffs

Here it comes, the full brunt of summer.

You can feel it already, the thick sweltery heat is on its way. Out come the cotton longs, with our daytime routine revolving around early morning and late afternoon outside play.

We've just spent a wonderful beachy weekend at home. Time for gardening, swimming, cooking, knitting, planning. We tidied up the gravestone that commemorates a former lighthouse keeper's wife. And saw baby whales cavorting just outside the Bay.

And to top it all off, E's first little cousin came into the world today! Hooray! We can't wait to meet him. I am so looking forward to little cousin get-togethers!

What a beautiful day to be born.

39/52

Sitting side saddle on his 'horse', a large driftwood log at the side of our house.

The week he should have been born, two years ago.

Almost slipped by without me noticing.

The poor little guy is cutting his last molars. If they're anything like his other teeth, they'll take their sweet time. Hurrah for when that's all done.

Cute thing of the week: pretending to be a cat.

Two-year-old thing of the week: squealing when I try to talk to anyone.

Please ignore the funny things Blogger is doing with the colour balance in my photos.

Joining in with Jodi.