Happy St Patrick’s Day!
I tried to find a photo of something green but it has been above 36 degrees up here for the last few days (that is celcius people, not fahrenheit) so there isn’t many green things left that aren’t looking decidedly hot and wilty. So this will have to do…. the swing is green and it’s not like we really celebrate St Pat’s day anyway. It’s just an excuse to drink green beer and party isn’t it?
Besides I really like this photo. No. it’s not the world’s best photo, it’s not even a half way decent photo. It is blurry and the background is a tad drab, but it’s not the photo I like but what’s in it. Muski, in his swing. His swing, which once belonged to his sisters.
The Twinadoes got a swing each for their first birthday and they swung in theirs, hung in the same spot under the back veranda (though at a different house) and had the same grins on their faces.
Muski is not much like his sisters, not in looks or in mile stones. Muski has hair, all be it very blonde, the girls were born with dark dark hair but it all fell out and they were bald for a long time. He has my blue yes, they have their father’s three toned eyes. At 8 months, he is sitting, crawling, has four teeth (almost – please let that last huge top tooth crack through before I go mental) and gives lovely open mouthed sloppy kisses. At the same age the girls couldn’t sit, were not crawling and had no teeth. He still doesn’t sleep much, at 8 months (corrected age so almost 11 months actual age) we had the reflux beat and the girls were sleeping pretty well.
Despite Muski and the Twinadoes being so very different there is a common thread that runs through their lives… that ties them together. In this case it is a swing. A swing that they have all shared and loved, like so many other things they have all shared and loved. Not because we are into ‘hand me downs’ but because they are siblings.