As we walked through the park, we heard the screeches of cockatoos. Flying about like hooligans, they appeared to be having a marvelous time. We stopped under the shade of a patch of gum trees and discovered a carpet of fallen feathers. Little hands grasped them one by one and soon they were stuffed into Mama's purse. There was talk of a mobile and twigs were promptly gathered for the grand construction.
On our arrival home, we sat on the balcony. A patient little boy helped me to snip and tie.
And then we hung our creation above our potted herbs on the balcony.
In the evening after he had gone to bed, I sat out with my beloved and watched those feathers flit in the wind. They made me happy. Something so simple. From nature, made with our hands.
Beautiful really.
We've had some rather strong winds here lately, I must say that the feathers have got themselves into a magnificent tangle. I'm yet to find the time, or the patience to untangle them.
Keeping it real.
Have you made something beautiful from nature lately?
Do you have screeching hooligans at your place too?*
I hope your week is keeping calm and you're not getting too overwhelmed with the holiday madness.
Happy Wednesday to you!
*the winged or two legged variety
It seems that I have a great deal of catching up to do.
Life with toddler and baby is most certainly hectic.
It's that funny feeling of being so very busy, yet not being able to put into words just what it is exactly that you've been doing.
So instead of wracking my brain for words, I shall just start to play catch up for this month past.
If words come... well, let's consider them a bonus!
So the big Arlo baby is six months old (almost seven! I'm so behind!).
He has decided that raspberries aren't as fun as what they use to be.
He now spends his days perfecting his yelling, whilst flapping both arms and kicking both legs. It's quite the sight (and sound).
He loves to hide under blankets and the like to play peek-a-boo. Squealing with delight as he anticipates the BOO and laughing hysterically when you do it.
He nuzzles into my neck for cuddles, whilst sucking his thumb and playing with my hair.
He thinks his big brother is just the bees knees and hilarious to boot.
He can roll every which way and spins 360's on the mat.
He's trying oh, so hard to get onto his knees to crawl.
He loves food. Any food he can get his hands on, really. The other day I picked up some flat bread to tear a some off and before I could tear it, he had already ripped a piece off and started munching!
His favourite foods to eat are strawberries, mango, cucumber and dahl.
He's quite the character, our dear little Arlo man.
one, two, three, four, five months.
Flashback: Huckle at six months.
Teddy by the lovely Jess.
