Three months

E spent the morning looking after his baby, practising ahead of meeting his new cousin. He’s v excited (although likely will be a while before we get up there to see them).

We’ve been promising the kids a V-line train ride for ages, so after A’s ballet lesson, we jumped onto the train to Castlemaine. A somewhat frantic trip, then a frantic lunch, a pretty enjoyable park trip, a frantic gallery trip and then a frantic three trains home. Ah, four year olds.

I’m beat.