A Walking Family.

Our big boy didn't win his first game, but he had a great time. He came home in good spirits and said he'd enjoyed himself even though they didn't win. Papa came home with his voice hoarse from supporting our big boy. Our big boy realised today that he likes playing for a team. I'm happy for him! 

It was a restful day at home. 

We went for an hour-long walk to our local Mount and back. I thought the children would be daunted by the uphill journey from our home, but they surprised us. Our big boy began jogging uphill and the littlies followed suit. At that pace, we made it to Mount Taylor in no time at all. 

We stopped by the local dairy for a treat on the way home, which the children enjoyed very much.

I'm not sure when it happened, but I think we've become a walking family.