This week is Tween’s turn to emulate his brother’s pose! He is morphing into a mini version of his big brother. The four years between them soon won’t seem so huge, fingers crossed though, we’re still a few more years off the mumbling and hollow legs. I’m still non the wiser what Teenager is talking about have the time. I’m not sure if it’s some sort of idle lips syndrome or if his vocal chords are under such pressure to change, he can’t form proper words, but I’m starting to wonder if he’s speaking another language. I’ve taken to lip reading just incase I miss something really important.
Anyway for now I’m hoping if this role modelling is just confined to the need to cuddle a skateboard permanently. Here’s my middle Mr holding a pose while his DSLR camera fumbling Mum tries to capture the perfect portrayal of a Tween on the cusp of mumbledom. (while still young enough to accompany his Mum and Dad on a riverside walk.)
While we were out on the same walk I was on the lookout for something to capture that would look good in black and white when I stumbled upon this old tree trunk. Hubby has a bit of a tree obsession going on so we’re always chatting about names and ages of any we see (It boosts his confidence knowing something I don’t and slows him down as my little legs struggle to keep up with his route march!) I love the way it shows the layers of bark, like it’s wearing a thick wooly cardigan.