We returned from the airport to find a weary Ted face down on the stove.
Like we Red Cardinals, he was tired and emotional after the wondrous visit of
our Dear Daughter, her husband, and our Canadian grandson, the fabulous Petite Garcon...
It all went much too fast, but the memories are wonderful:
PG is mighty fond of an engine - any engine -
and loved the Ipswich Railway Workshop Museum ..
where he tried his hand as the Man in Charge of a train.
At the local Zoo, he fed the lorikeets.
Yes, we do it at home, but we don't have this fancy schmanzy feed holder.
Then there was the Koala holding experience.
He's not unhappy, just being Very, Very, Careful!
And very proud of himself afterwards ..
He loved the bird visits every morning, eating his breakfast on the deck and chatting to them.
He named this one Rocky Cocky - that name will stick.
Underwater World, to see a Shark!
Likes his monsters, does PG ..
And - ta dum - first ever sight of the beach by the ocean.
Ottawa is a long way from the sea.
Gosh it's quiet round here today..
Have a great week