The Farm

Langlan and I are loving being at the farm. It's pretty much been business as usual:


Mum making coffee and Langlan signing for more.


More toys than any child could play with in a lifetime of childhoods.


Chilling with Grandpa.


Doing boy stuff with Grandpa. Fire involved, of course.





Before Langlan's first haircut.





After. Not a huge difference but he was sitting on the bike looking at Grandpa, then over to the pool, then at Grandpa, then over at the pool so it was either a quick trim or lose an ear and we didn't really want to go all Van Gogh. Dad said he would have trimmed the wispy bits around Langlan's ears but I'm not quite ready to give up my Charlie's Angel baby just yet.