Waking up to find daddy home was the cause of much celebration this morning for the little people of the house.
The hula hoop from the village market was put together and hulaed, the hard hat was seized from daddy's bag and paraded. He's so thankful for the testosterone company (and the chance to glimpse and point at a penis belonging to someone other than himself).There was much joy all round.
While D had a catch up nap this afternoon, Amy and I upended the bag of hexagons and commenced sorting and counting. Shula, my awe daily grows.I'm reasonably confident of the final tally, though my scribe did have a few lapses of concentration so you know, maybe not.
Anyone want to hazard a guess? Because I totally bet no one can get within cooee of the final number. I sure didn't. Let me just say I expect it will take me years to finish this mastrpiece off,
And Suse, if you think I'm going to compete over edging these suckers you'd need to go out and find approximately 4 more bags of squares like yours to put us into the same ball park...