Elf and I are off down the Tasman Peninsula for a couple of days. Mum and Dad have arrived to look after the boys until Tuesday. I've been a bit flat out trying to get Dust On My Shoes ready for the ABC to cast over a critical eye, so I have been tardy with my posting, as an alert reader in Carlton has pointed out.
Weather permitting we will spend a whole day at Port Arthur, which should give me plenty to write about next week.
Michael is holding his pencil correctly already, which is amazing. We have to hound Marcus to do it right, he tends to hold a pen or crayon in his fist.
When Marcus is upset lately he mutters that he's "going to put you in a tiny little bin".