I took this photo down on the foreshore of the river a few days ago.
Yes that’s my 14 year old – year 10 boy – sitting on the shoulders of his 11 year old – year 7 sister.
She’s almost as tall as him too.
It works rather well to have the boy first I’ve decided.
Boys tend to lag behind the girls in the development department – or girls mature faster – so they end up much closer in physical age than if the order was reversed.
Of course it means Groover and I have to continually remind ourselves that Dippity is only 11 – which is tough when she behaves like a sulky teenager.
They are both good kids.
Lazy sometimes and then you remember that you aren’t always the bundle of energy you’d like to be either. Shhh but don’t tell them that.
This year, Hugamuga has moved into the senior school and Dipp is now in middle school. Both I think are relishing the change.
I even spied Hugamuga doing homework tonight – without being asked. Impressive.
I feel blessed.
It was a tough day at work today but coming home to my little family felt good.
And the Singah beer did too. 
