I look away, and suddenly a whole year has gone by.
Father's Day 2008 was last Sunday. I fed the little girl (now quite the mobile toddler) her breakfast, and the adorable little boy prepared bananas, Weetbix, and yoghurt for me. Actually his first instinct was chopped bananas sprinkled with Milo, but that felt more desert so I asked for the Weetbix instead.
We went swimming at the Tepid Baths, waved the lawnmower over the onion weed in the back and did a little reading. The day before we visited the French Market for the weekly crepe, juice, and whitebait fritters - so a pleasant weekend all round.
The little girl is walking, and has been since around May-June. She looks forward to getting out of the house, and will often sit by the front door clutching her shoes... and if that hint fails, she has been known to deliver adult shoes to a grownup, who should obviously put them on and take her out.
The boy is now pretty big... he has taken to riding his first proper bicycle, which impressed me a lot.
His rugby season has just finished, and again he did very well. Since last year, he has basically got the hang of what he is supposed to be doing, and seemed to enjoy himself a lot more - scoring tries each week, and even making a tackle most weeks.
Meanwhile I have recently been indulging my media addiction, and very much enjoying The Middleman, Season 3 of Outrageous Fortune, Wanted, Pushing Daisies, and Life. I loved the gem that is Time Crimes and thought that the new Clone Wars movie was not as bad as it might have been...
Finally, watch this space for the complete run-down of "books I am reading while not finishing Proust...".
