New toys

And I would walk 500 metres

And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the boy who walked (up) a thousand metres when I was on-ly four-or-or.

I have to admit, I did wonder if we were crazy to even contemplate the hike we did last weekend. Not only was it quite a way for little legs to walk...

Not even half-way up

We started down there where the town is. 

And still had some way to go.

... but some parts were tricky.

But he did it all, with no whinging.

A smile, even. And then walked back the next day.

He doesn't even seem to be against the idea of going hiking again, which, phew, because I was so happy to be back in the mountains after nearly 8 years.

I took many pictures of flowers and mountains. I'll restrict myself to just this one.

And Téo? Well, he's not in many photos because basically, we didn't see him except when we caught up at rests and meals.

Not content with leaping ahead on the track, he also leapt off the swings at the lunch stop.

Which, can I just add, was somewhat more civilized than the bush walking lunches of my youth.

Well done my boys!!

Two weeks later and there's still some up there

So all that rain that brought the mushrooms, well, it hasn't stopped.

Rain also means snails.

A collection of snails, if there are kids involved.

And once they're collected, what better thing to do than put them on the glass doors?

For the snails, there's only one escape route: up.

Wonderful. Just wonderful.

Pondering the unanswerable

Why is it that your child can effortlessly remember lyrics and poems and knock knock jokes, but despite frequent reminders - and even unpleasant consequences - claims, every single time, that he forgot he needed to put away his toys in the right place?