After Kindy
We were in a bit of a rut in Amsterdam. For some time it felt as if our three lives played out in a very tight kilometre between Cal's kindy, my client's office five minutes down the road and David's studio, 10 mins in the other direction. We seemed to scurry back and forth down those narrow arteries and were spending so much time indoors in our tiny apartment. With the colder months sometimes Cal was watching two hours of telly a day.
It hasn't been all easy since we've been in Sydney, but we are making the most of this outdoor lifestyle. After kindy today we drove to our current favourite place Mona Vale where Cal did laps of the bike path on his scooter and David surfed. When David came out I had a quick swim and smiled as I lapped past a group friends drinking champagne on the side of the pool - on a Wednesday afternoon with the sea breeze ripping and nothing but the Pacific in front of them.
And on the way there Cal asked the most wonderful question. "Are the waves at night too?" Sometimes 3 year olds are pure poetry.
It hasn't been all easy since we've been in Sydney, but we are making the most of this outdoor lifestyle. After kindy today we drove to our current favourite place Mona Vale where Cal did laps of the bike path on his scooter and David surfed. When David came out I had a quick swim and smiled as I lapped past a group friends drinking champagne on the side of the pool - on a Wednesday afternoon with the sea breeze ripping and nothing but the Pacific in front of them.
And on the way there Cal asked the most wonderful question. "Are the waves at night too?" Sometimes 3 year olds are pure poetry.
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