Wonderbaby is slowly being introduced to the joys of finger food.This weekend we let him gnaw on some fresh fruit, starting with blueberries and strawberries. A little pile of the blue and red fruit was positioned on his high-chair tray - his blue eyes bright with excitement at the sight of the sticky berries.
Until he popped a piece in his mouth.
The photo says it all! Wonderbaby was NOT impressed! He promptly pulled the blueberry out of his mouth and threw it to the floor. The strawberries didn't fare any better. What didn't end up on the kitchen tile was tossed either down his high-chair or directly at Mummy.
Up next? Some broccoli florets. We're thinking of buying hazmat suits for protection!
As for this weekends weather, well it was positively freaky. It started out a hot and humid twenty six degrees, we had all the windows open and Wonderbaby sat and played for hours in his little wading pool.
Then the thunder came.
Then the thunder came.
We watched with amusement as neighbour after neighbour abandoned their barbecues and dashed inside to shelter from the downpour. Thankfully we were already there. We knew better than to attempt a barbecue, even on a twenty six degree day. Having lived here for almost five years we know better than to annoy the weather Gods like that. This time last year it snowed!
The one good thing to come from these rainy days is the green green grass. Everything was brown and dry and dead but now life is literally teeming around us.
Sadly with life comes death. Our feral cat is slaughtering baby bunnies and dragging them down to his lair (aka - our basement) to chew and chomp their poor bunny heads off. We are mortified! He's been dangling from a very thin thread for a while now. What with shredding furniture, attacking our legs, eating everything that moves (who knows what diseases he now has) and fighting every cat he sees, we've had it up to HERE with our white feral cat. The bunny eating is the last straw. Its like living with Hannibal Lector.
The one good thing to come from these rainy days is the green green grass. Everything was brown and dry and dead but now life is literally teeming around us.
Sadly with life comes death. Our feral cat is slaughtering baby bunnies and dragging them down to his lair (aka - our basement) to chew and chomp their poor bunny heads off. We are mortified! He's been dangling from a very thin thread for a while now. What with shredding furniture, attacking our legs, eating everything that moves (who knows what diseases he now has) and fighting every cat he sees, we've had it up to HERE with our white feral cat. The bunny eating is the last straw. Its like living with Hannibal Lector.
We are now relocating Feral Cat. Matt is furiously searching for a cat friendly farm, one where bunny killing is appreciated.
So stay tuned for the new and improved Lynch Mob - just a Guy, a Girl, a Wonderbaby and Two Fat Spaniels.
So stay tuned for the new and improved Lynch Mob - just a Guy, a Girl, a Wonderbaby and Two Fat Spaniels.
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