lissa and mommy

As Paul was putting Tim to bed the other night:

I love you.

I love you too, and so does Mom and so does Luke and so does Gee Gee and so does Gramps and so does Gran and so does Grand-da.

And Lissa.

Yes, and so does Lissa.



One morning last week:

Can we go to Addie and Emily's house and play now?

No, Addie is at school this morning and Emily is at work.

No, no. Mommy's don't work.

fishing

We spent the night at the cabin and after an afternoon of fishing, finally had some luck when the sun started to set and the wind died (duh). Tim helped me reel in a fish, feeling it pull on the line. Then he helped Gramps feed the fish. He didn't want to come home, which is new. He's so much more independent up there than he has been in the past. It's going to be a great summer of cabin visits with him this year and in years to come. If only he'd sleep...


helping mom reel in the fly


casting his toy rod




back home and helping dad braai


tasting the marinade for dad's hallelujah ribs