He isn't scared of sticking his hand (completely) down the horses throat..
....but he won't get his hair cut. Terrified of the hairdresser.
Anyway, back to my story. Our daily stroll to feed the horses is rapidly turning into a lesson in ownership.
Recently Henry's addiction to "get de wetters" has turned into full blown theft. Of course I don't let him take them, but I reckon if I wasn't there to stop him we might inherit a 2 km stretch of bills and with a little luck, some birthday cash from grandma.
(this is my fave, check him out!)
But he is not he only thief in our house. Not long after we got home I heard some rustling in the kitchen:
Pink Dot stayed at home today, apparently sick!? Hmmmm
With Love
Liv xo
Lovely to meet you Liv. I look forward to getting to know you and your family better via the pages of your blog.
ReplyDeleteI related easily to your last post. I had my hair cut into some form of bob last week, lasted a day, then straight back into my regular ponytail!
Look forward to keeping in touch.
haha, we all do it I'm sure. Once again this morning I spent 45 mins grooming (as promised, once a week) but by the time I was waving hubby goodbye at the back door I was reaching for the elastic!
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One of the things I miss being here in Bots ... the posty coming and running out to check if there's anything exciting!!! Can't wait to see how my kiddies get into checking for letters when we return to Australia. Your little man is very cute and very helpful!! ;)
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