Thirty-Five Weeks Old

On a frosty southern morning we said goodbye to dear Amy. Who was no longer the smartest car on the road, that's for sure; but she was a lovely reliable wee thing, and easy as pie to live with. 150,000k and she never once failed us. That's pretty good going. I am going to miss her. Seb left her a little appreciative love message, since she was the car who brought him home from the hospital when he was only two days old, and lulled him to sleep many times. Thanks, Ames. We hope you get bought by a gorgeous South American backpacker and taken round all the country's most beautiful spots as your retirement package.



And then I came home with ERNIE. Who is a Toyota Ist. Ern-ist. Ernie. Anyway, point is, despite the name she is a GIRL. And she is blue. And she sports a few features that dear Amy lacked, some of which are sensible and necessary (airbags), some of which will make my mornings a damn sight safer (rear window wiper) and some of which are no use at all but lots of fun (a rear-vision camera for when reversing which shows you onscreen what's behind you and what you're going to hit at your current heading).



So much for cars, the rest of this post is for Mutti who requested more baby photos. Can do, Mutti! Check out this paternal chin:



This one didn't quite get what I wanted, which was that darling little squished-up-n-shaped-eyes face he's pulling at the moment, it's like an anime cartoon. But you get the idea.



In case you don't get the idea, this is what he does:



And here's one of those photos that suddenly catapults your child several years ahead of his age and shows you what he's going to look like one day.



It's another glorious blue-sky day today, following on from last night's minus 2 (brrrrr) and the camellias are starting to bud on the trees outside the conservatory... southern winters aren't all bad. Specially on days that start with long Sebby cuddles and eating toast in bed together. Crumbs, schmumbs.