It feels a little weird that this is the moment I'm sharing from my day when there are so many others already: waking to 'mum-meee' and being greeted in Dear Boy's room with the sound of giggles; feeding him 'bubbles' for breakfast; taking him to child care; eating sneaky chippies for morning tea; opening up the house to let the warm air through the house. Later, there will be more moments: work; lunch; a different campus; a guest lecture on obscenity, offense and free speech; saying hello to long-time-no-see colleagues; sneaky, sticky afternoon tea; stolen moments to stitch triangles; picking up Dear Boy; letting him massacre of bowl of spaghetti and veggie sauce; getting him bathed; wrestling him into pajamas; quiet dinner; feet up on the coffee table.
But this is the moment, the very domestic moment, where I have that rare combination of time, free hands and camera. I have the time to take photos and the time to write up a blog entry now. Later, other things will take over. So washing it is.
1. Its pair is missing but, luckily, another stripey pair has also been halved, and the new mismatched pair is cute enough that I don't care if he wears them in public.
2. Lovely Husband likes him a big hoodie, and now Dear Boy is following suit.
3. Two things here: firstly, I seem to dress my boy in a lot of stripes; secondly, I dress him in tights all the time. He's a romping, unsteady boy who likes to climb and burrow and squat - wearing unyielding pants doesn't work but that seems to be the fashion for boys his size. So I've scoured shop after shop for size 2 tights (love you, Big W) and when I can't find them in the boys' section, I shop in the girls'. I cut off flowery buttons and colour in glittery highlights and unstitch the ruffles.
4. Once he walks on the grass in his socks, they're goners. I can't get them white again no matter how many chemicals or natural products I throw at them.
5. Our beautiful Hills Hoist has a wicked lean. It's also held together with rope.
6. Behind the washing line is a dead tree. We should be cutting it down but I love the contrast of dead tree and blue, blue sky.