Riley turned 11 on the 19th January. We celebrated over a couple of days — going to the movies, go karting and having lunch with a cupcake pile for a cake. Riley said the icing looked like dog poo and we decided they were from a blue heeler.
We spent a few days between Christmas and New Year on the farm with Mum and Leah. The weather was gorgeous and Santa (on his second stop for the boys) bought them a blow up boat. Mum’s had the dam fixed and every afternoon, by the shade of the one remaining tree, and with beves and snacks, we sat while the kids (and dogs) swam and played for a few hours in the water. Very civilised. Terry also gave the kids a shooting lesson, which they absolutely loved. The plan was to let the experience the power and strength of a firearm but it kinda went over their heads. Mum’s gun is very friendly. Also a couple of shots of Mum’s fantastic gecko collection. The herpetologist at my work is sooooo jealous.