Tree Tops

We've been to Tree Tops Adventure Park before.  It's heaps of fun.  This was the first time Boo was big enough to join in and the first time Henry could tackle the adults courses.  Still recovering from my flu, Michael got to swing from the trees with Henry while I stayed on the ground supervising the other two.

Helmets and harnesses on and bored of waiting to start.

Boo was a little hesitant on his first challenge but once he completed it there was no stopping him charging from one kids course to the next.

There was a few more ropes and clamps for Henry to deal with now he can do the adults courses.

Milly is very agile and confident on these courses.

Boo's favourite part of the courses were the flying foxes.  He would launch himself from his tree post, flying backwards or with his eyes closed.

Sick note

My apologies for lack of blog posts.  I've been sick.  Really sick.  I managed to get one of those truly horrible influenza strains.  So horrible that the first five days of it had me writhing in pain, shivering with chills and crying real tears.  It wasn't pretty and it was no picnic.

I've had the odd flu here and there but nothing compared to this.  I now fully understand how people die from the flu because I was begging Michael to end my suffering.  It was unbearable.

As always Michael is my rock.  He just took charge, quarantined me, brought me endless supplies of hot water bottles and pain relief (even in the middle of the night).  He took time off work to deal with the kid's school routines and took on all the domestic duties.  He offered me sympathies but kept his distance out of fear of coming down with it too.

It was Milly who came down sick first with the aches and pains.  The poor poppet whimpered through it and she was sick for a good week.  It's taken me three weeks to fully recover but I'm back to good health and all is right with the world again.

When Michael did return to work, my first morning of having to get up and organise the kids for school was made easier by my little angel Buster.  He is the only child in the house who can make toast, and bless him he insisted on making me breakfast and then made his own.  His older siblings could learn a thing or two from this little man.