Yesterday we had lunch and an outing to the Weta Cave with my dad's brother Mal and his partner Lesley. They were over from Nimbin for Lesley's dad's funeral in Hastings. Sweeney got all helmet-ed up and he rode his bike down to meet up with them. When he'd finished eating hardly anything for lunch, he rode his bike around the paved area by Sweet Mothers. Brilliant.
Then we went out to Miramar, checked out the wee Weta museum and Mal and Lesley watched the behind the scenes film while Sweeney and I explored the neighbourhood outside. Also brilliant.
In other news, two things happened to me yesterday:
- I felt my knitting mojo returning. Yesterday, Sweeney wore the jersey Kimberley made for him before he was born. It has brown, red and purple stripes. Terrific. I've got to learn how to knit on circular needles and finish off the spectacular red and brown hoodie I started making for him about 200 years ago; and
- I dipped into Growing Great Boys, for a bit of a refresher on a few things. I'm still feeling a bit other-worldly, preoccupied with my own thoughts, and think those behaviour reward charts might be one way to keep Sweeney's teeth brushed and face washed.
And I got a migraine, the first in ages. Always feel reborn and truly nifty the morning after a migraine.