"two four sixy eighty. ten ten ten."
the sound of cc counting to his own tune has filled our home recently.
he is all about the numbers. touching toes, tiles, miniature trucks, and saying their orders aloud in the topsy turvy way that makes him smile.
another storm arrived so we spent the weekend sharing food with good friends, taking short walks and trying to make some small changes to the tired corners of mabel.
a collection above the fireplace.
mabel's kitchen tiles transformed from a strange turquoise colour to charcoal black. cc's pa's not sure of my handywork. hopefully in time he'll love it.
cc on our tea and cake date at julien's patisserie.
walking downtown with the two men folk this morning.