we have had a rough couple of weeks this little family of ours; we have experienced the euphoric highs of good news and the devastating lows of bad news and here we are still together and getting stronger by the day.
i am the first person to admit that i am a worrier. i do not cope well with stress and spend a good chunk of my life being frazzled and overwhelmed, but that isn’t really a luxury I can afford to have now that I have T in my life and luckily for me, within seconds of seeing his smiling cheeky face, he manages to pull me out of my funk and remind me to live in the moment and enjoy life no matter what gets thrown my way.
oh, my little darling, sorry for not taking as many photos of you as I should have over the past month, but I know you’ll understand (and in the meantime, hopefully getting to lick the last of the icing out of the bowl and visiting Santaland will make up for it in some small way).
we have a mulberry tree in our front yard and every year, as soon as the weather starts to warm up, it gets absolutely loaded with berries. guess who just discovered it?
every morning for the past three days, thatcher has toddled off outside and quietly visited the mulberry tree. he has gorged himself on bright purple berries and eaten every berry within his reach (usually this means all of the berries that have fallen off the tree and onto the ground when either he or i have given it a good shake) and then waltzed stealthily back to rod and i thinking that no-one would suspect a thing.
well, i’ve got news for you little guy – you’ve been made…
^^he made such a mess yesterday morning that we resorted to the paddling pool before i would even let him back inside. it’s a hard life isn’t it buddy?!?^^
these two are just so cute together. T always has an infinite amount of time (and food) for Alfie and Alfie always has a nice big lick for T. much fun has been had here in the Arnold household the last few days because Alfie has just worked out that if he takes the ball to thatcher, thatch will always throw it for him – I, on the other hand, are much less of a sure thing.