doings at the homestead

I haven't been letting Bodhi play in the sandpit for the last while - it's been too wet, but worse than that, the tree above the pit has been been oozing sap, which I can only assume is sugary, as it's been crawling with flies and wasps for the last couple weeks. Boo, the sun finally comes out and the garden's not really safe. Last night Axle was out having a smoke and noticed that it was covered in slugs. Ugh. Tree of evil. He described it as oozing pus (pronounced puss), which was going a bit far, though.

So it was a cool, grey evening, no wasps in site, and as the babe was clad in a nappy and shirt he'd dribbled soup all over, I let him climb in. I ran a bath and came back to get him. While I was brushing all the sand off, I noticed he had something that resembled a spider leg on his chin. And that he was chewing something.

Having once removed a (hopefully) dead beetle from his lips, when he wouldn't let me take whatever it was out, I had to just look the other way. Gah!