pick your own

Look who went to eat pick your own strawberries today. This boy can't get enough of the summer fruit.

And that hat, I bought on sale at 'cotton on' because I needed one that tied under his chin so that he can't remove it. I thought because it was blue it was a boy hat, but it really isn't is it?  I'm sorry third child, when you are older you are going to look back and realise that you were dressed in all sorts of randomness by your mother. 

On another note, Aunt flow is visiting again. It's been 2 years since I had the pleasure of her company and I haven't missed her at all. The mood swings, the short temper, the aches and new to me this time around, throbbing leg veins.  It's a shame pregnancy is the only cure to these monthly visits.

We went unconditional on our new house yesterday and with it I'm starting to have less sadness about moving on and more excitement. Yes, very very excited about creating home with a new canvas.