Fitting that on the eve of Koala’s third birthday (!) I had the most fun I’ve had in a while.
I saved the Supersol Yashir boxes so we’d have something to do when he got out of gan early today. We had some rare mama-son time alone in the house.
Ima and Koala into the box, a box over our heads, a flashlight in tiny hand, fits of laughter as we hatch our evil plan, that being when Abba walks in he can’t find us – we’re in the box!
Also, 2 boxes + flashlight + a lil boy = cool photography.