In the last few days my older son, D became a teenager. Do you know how old that makes me feel? When we were at Rene D counted a section of the wine bottles that make up the ceiling and did some maths, muttering numbers to himself. He worked out the ceiling should be filled with 2688, but there are gaps. The odd missing bottle, and bits of woodwork preventing bottles being put in certain places. So D decided it was nearer 2600 bottles. Still my nerd.
Jen cycled to school, I chose lanes and alleys not the main road just in case. Sadly this was the same morning as a fatal hit and run on a cyclist near our home, so I felt a tad nervous. But my baby did great. I couldn’t get a better photo as he kept speeding off ahead. He did wait nicely at the end of this lane on the pavement, waiting to safely cross the busy road with me. This made me feel old, but happy. My baby is actually a big boy. Linking to #MySundayPhoto at OD3G.