I wanted to catch the yellow flowers before their bloom had ended. On our way out to the highway past this patch (that was once more yellow than not) I’d think “oh, next time, I’ll stop and grab some photos” until one afternoon when the final flowers were in bloom and I realised how late I’d left it.
Sometimes, lately especially, as I transition to working full time and Errol to being the stay-at-home-parent I feel a lot of “last-minute-ness”, leaving things till I have no option but to do them and sometimes leaving them so late they don’t get done at all. Realising I don’t have the luxury to spend all day planning or executing photos for fun like I used and that taking photos for Florin’s 365 is frequently the last thing on my often overwhelming to-do list.
There’s a lot of shifting this year, for me. To let go enough to give Errol the space to be the more involved parent, to be able to pump milk and leave my baby way earlier than I’ve ever left a baby before, to roll with not having time to do everything I want to do. All this things new and strange and sometimes hard to settle into. But here I am watching our children blossom and learning that things always are good, just in different ways.
The day we took Priya to Australia Zoo for her 6th birthday and Florin met a Koala. I was particularly happy this day for an unrelated reason: Florin’s suit. I was hunting through some hand-me-downs from my sister in law that had clothes Priya or Theo had worn when I found this little suit, which was made by our friends – who ran a lovely little clothing business while we were growing up. Happy memories all packed into a little Stringybark echidna suit.
While everyone else in Westeros was busy bickering Baby Baratheon, King of the Andals and the first men, master of the chubbies, Lord of the seven kingdoms, sucker of boobies, protector of the realm has usurped the throne.
I find pop culture more interesting now I am a parent, thinking to when they will be big and might be able to frame “our” time around “old” TV series or music that we liked. So Florin, when you’re all grown up, yes, this is what we watched on TV and George RR Martin hadn’t even written the final books. Yes son, these are the dark times we were living in.
Baby sized Iron Throne cleverly 3rd printed by my brother and his wife. Here’s how they printed it, if you are interested in the weird and wonderful world of 3d printing.