Blow

I love how Reuben can now blow and how Callum blows with his mouth open trying to do it through his teeth.

Both boys, in the sandy playground, running up and down the steps, making castles in the shade under the play structure, a trip to the post office with them where they wanted to wrestle, and the store for tonight's home made nachos which Callum didn't eat. Past by a gorgeous new boutique and talked to the owner about using the space for portraits. The light, sweet pastels and pretty merchandise just craved it. It would be lovely if I could take the idea somewhere with her, which she was genuinely interested in, also because opening a new boutique in such a market will have its challenges for her and in her favour, I can see it could bring faces through the door, if not bums on seats.