But life goes on. Bluey is noticeably longer and bigger now. And our guineapig Milo is getting fatter, so it seems she might be pregnant after all. At times, we can feel little kicks on her sides. We are careful not to pick her up by the belly. We pick her dandelion greens, which are supposed to be good for pregnant guineas.
Last weekend we went to Kate's place. Always a thrill for the kids to have contact with the horses, with Kate's confident guidance. Max rode Coolie.
George wanted a go of all the horses. He rode Coolie, Jazzy, and even Bonny the Clydesdale. But not Alex. Nobody has ever gotten on Alex - he's just a baby. We don't know what he might do. That's him below.
Max was slave to Zoey the dog and played fetch with her until it was feared that Zoey might drown from exhaustion fetching the stick from the dam repeatedly.
A good time was had by all.
And then they found slugs and snails.
It was a hot day when we drove back from Kate's. We had to stop for a quick dip in the river. It has rained since the last time we were there, and the Mitchell was noticeably wider and swifter and deeper. We were careful not to venture into the strong current. Max and George just jumped in wearing their clothes, and got back in the car dripping wet.They sat on their new beach towels from Nanny and Gramps.