Dave and I did the unthinkable. I actively CHOSE to drive down to Melbourne on Sunday without there being some specific occasion involved. This does not happen people.
Weddings, Easter, Mother's Day, Cirque Du Soliel. Those are the things it takes to get me into the car and down the Calder.
I guess this is what happens when one gains a grandchild.
Happiness ensued, cuddles were had, not to mention some extremely belated Christmas gifting, a birthday BBQ
[ Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you ,
Happy Birthday deeeeeaaar Chri-is,
Happy Birthday to you! ]
and I have a load of photos to show you but basically for this post I'm going to bore everyone brainless with photos of Master Riley David.
So if you're here for the knitting or the quilting, or the cats ... move along ... nothing to see here ... apart from how well that little cotton top fits Riley.