Somersault competitions were held.
No. 1 officiated.
Then it was time for quieter activities ...
No. 1 took his book
No. 2 took his dog (the photo is actually of dog and No. 3 ...)
No. 3 took his own seating arrangements. And his knitting.
The patriarch snoozed.
Try not to look up his nose. But please do notice the complicated cable stitch aran jumper. Because it took me 12 years to knit. Yes really.
I sat snug in the bosom of my family.
8 comments:
What, you didn't do somersaults as well?!
Son No 3 is an absolute picture - priceless. Hope he keeps up the knitting.
am now putting no.3 on my list of men to marry.
he looks like a wee elfkin.
very waldorfian, the knitting.
did I not mention that Oldest writes poetry and sculpts in ice and butter?
heh heh...
i love that pic of your boy knitting
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OOooh, a knitting elf. AND a complicated 12-year jumper! (My own beloved tells me all good things take at least 12 years. I don't think whisky aging and knitting are really so similar though...)
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