This morning Big Bro hopped into our bed for a snuggle, which, as usual, quickly developed into a wiggle. After 20 minutes (which is good going for Big Bro) he announced,
I'm happiest when I'm growing something, according to my husband B. He's right, and this is my blog of the growing projects in my life: our sons (aged 2 and 4 years), and our suburban garden.
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