For a while now, there has been an escalating war between bikie gangs in Sydney. Last Sunday, while we were at the farm, it got really nasty, with a man bashed to death in front of the general public at Sydney airport.
Since then, there has been drive by shootings in Auburn, another shooting in Punchbowl, and a war of words between the various gangs, and the terrified politicians. It’s all been revolting, but rather remote (a drive by shooting in auburn is close to home, but not enough to scare me).
Then I heard the news this afternoon that a home made bomb had been found in Lisgar Street, Merrylands. I rang Mark to let him know, Lisgar street is really close to our house. Mark did some poking around, and foud that the Lisgar street house has a garage that opens onto Augustus Street (formerly Wright Street), and that the package was found on the street outside the garage.
One of the websites we saw showed a picture of the exterior of the garage, and I recognised it. You can see it from our front door.
So while I have never seen a bikie in my area, apparently they are here.
Kid has a serious twinkle in his eye.
He likes to keep one foot on the table at all times.
And is still unbearably cute.
He adores music (and his Grandma)
Is thrilled at every little success. The Tupperware shape sorter has become a favourite toy.
He is quite the budding artist.
And sometimes it is all just too much.
Interestingly, after he fell asleep into his noodles, he woke up miming eating noodles. Like he was dreaming noodly dreams. I am so glad I was there to see it, I wouldn’t have believed how cute it was if I hadn’t seen it.
Last week he discovered my bunny ears – gifts from my “hen’s night”.
Climbing is his new thing. With the combination of some walking, and the climbing, he can push the stepladder to the counter, and climb on to the bench.
I bought him his first Tonka Truck in gender neutral colours.
And he’s ready to have his own key to the door.
He’s talking up a storm. Today, his vocabulary consists of-
Daisy (the cat)
Gone (which is mostly used when he looks into my bra and can’t find a dummy)
And he still has the occasional pensive moment.
Last night, I was almost cooking in the dark, but I got dinner ready just in the nick of time. And this morning, Mark fixed the lights in the kitchen 🙂
If Inigo ever sleeps again, I will look forward to having a read 🙂
As a fan of Alexander Calder, I am smitten with this DIY project, but I can’t see a space for it in our home.
…when they live in a chaos free home.
Bugger. I thought all I had to do was read to him. Now I have to keep the house tidy too?