Monday, February 18, 2013
The family was all here at the weekend, which was lovely. Grandson had fun in his play tunnel.
Daughter-in-Law had a go. She didn't find it too difficult.
Who's coming next?
Challenged by his wife, Son squirmed through. He has quite broad shoulders which almost got him stuck.
Then it started to get a bit silly: the tunnel of love.
The silliness continued. Can you see the doubled legged monster?
Son trapped Grandson in the big tube - but not for long.
But now they're away home, doctoring up north and architecting down south. The house is much tidier. I thought I'd indoctrinated into the offspring that they should stick around - none of this let-them-spread-their-wings business in my parenting - but it doesn't seem to have worked, alas.
Daughter 1 has finished the blanket she's crocheting in these photos, so Volume 2 can come any time now, though ideally not at 3 am.
I'm struck by the extreme rubbishness of these photos compared to the beautiful and artistic shots of raindrops on leaves in some of the blogs I enjoy. Ah well. Raindrops stay still and anyway, I'm blaming my camera.