Tuna, Mate

9 weeks to go! And we're eating a lot of tuna. I don't really mind. I like tuna, and it's easy to wash down with 2 glasses of wine (the first is mine and the second is Tracey's - as she "isn't drinking" - the kid is going to grow up in Franschhoek, so I guess his time will come!).

I hope he's going to be an active kid - not active as in climbing up the curtains and stuff - but keen to play outside, jump off the roof and occasionally try to spend the night in a tree (or even make a tree-house if it doesn't involve me). I like active kids. I think they help me imagine being active - which is enough to remind me that feet up is a lot more enjoyable than nose to the grindstone. Joshua will be active I'm sure, and while I don't really fancy building a tree house - I will. I have also thought of making a sled that Amber could pull. The kid will be decapitated for sure when she goes hurtling into the orchards after Bongi - but can you imagine the rush. Makes me wish I was slightly smaller or Amber a bit bigger.

Speaking of the dogs - we went for a walk to the farm dam today and I figured that if Joshua is going to come along on these outings in a few months time, we're going to have to strap him in to his 3 wheel pram-thing (one of those off-road, run-a-marathon-with-it jobs). The road is certainly 'off' and as steep as the descent into Hell - so come August expect to hear cries of dismay from Tracey, cries of frustration from me and just cries from Josh as he hurtles down the hill, mud splattering all about and dogs barking and biting at his wheels. Book in to Fhk Pass Villa and catch all the action!