Poor old Raf and I have head colds so the reprieve from bed rest has been a tad anti-climatic. This morning, after a poor night's sleep on my part, the boys went off to play footy (first stopping to buy some new footy boots as we'd left Raf's trainers at school) and I, well, went back to bed! Not for long, but it meant that I did miss out on his game. I think Rich may blog about his football practice later (together with some sweet photos). When the boys returned home we decided we'd head out for some apple picking.
We timed it with Raf's nap but when we got there he was a little but grumpy - a combination of not enough sleep and a miserable cold. After a bit, though, Raf was in his element, having fun picking, but mostly eating, the gorgeous apples as we strolled through the Orchards.
Raf is not especially fond of loud noises and so we were surprised when he asked to go for a ride on the tractor. He loved it!
We captured some nice photos. As I look at these pictures, though, I see how puffy poor little Raf's face is. Hopefully we'll all feel better in the morning.