A few weeks ago, Chris and I finally decided that it had become too much of an occupational hazard to try and take our darling Luka to public establishments for sundowners. It usually goes something like this:
"..so, how's work?"
"yeah, go.....BABE, he's on top of the stairs...gooo!"
"sorry about that...Luka, OFF the table!"
"how about you? How's the fam...Luka, watch OUT"
instead - we took the *free* beer in our fridge, and walked down to the *free* beach located about 3 blocks from our house (though Dili's town planning in now way shape or form actually constitutes city blocks for the most part, more like 'enclaves', nevertheless). With a blanky, a cooler, and Luka's favorite toy in tow - we were able to spend an hour watching him run up and down the beach with no fear of launching himself off a stair case, breaking glasses, or climbing on tables - because there were none of those things around! Yeah, one for us!
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| "Ah-ha! Let's see how fast we can go!" |
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"Not so fast, I will come around and GRAB you from the
front!" |
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| "Whoa there!" |
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There comes a time when riding IN the Chariot is no longer
acceptable, one now has to DRIVE the Chariot |
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| Hm, I love putting pebbles into mommy's beer bottle... |
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"Hey! Enough with the camera already, I
feel like one of Brangelina's adopted kids!" |
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