February already

Oh my. It goes by in the cycle of work, collect family, feed, bathe, story, bed, dishes, prepare lunches, prepare lessons, bathe self, bed self....
I love it but lament the lack of time to communicate. Write. Organise photo's. Daydream.
For now my dreams are filled with teeth, as our Little Ladie pushes through some final ones with rosy-cheeked, sleep-disturbing determination. Mountain Dad and I went out last night to a Peel Watershed presentation (have your voice heard here to vote for the Final Recommended Plan) while Grandpa Newnham babysat. He reported on our return, that she'd awoken and cried heartily and so with concern he went in to comfort her, only to find she'd undressed herself completely; pyjama's, nappy and all. Why does she do that?

These latest pics are from our 2012 Christmas Tree hunt. A long time ago, it feels now, but they conjurred such good memories I felt the need to share.

Twas virtually the night before Christmas as we'd waited until the Aussie grandparentals could join us. Twas cold, but twas very merry.