this week, i moved max's hermit crab trevor (or is it frank?) from the small orange table, onto a shelf in the laundry, and set up an art station on the table - and max loves it!
to celebrate the change and embrace our inner artist, we did foot & hand prints of cleo and max.... any excuse for max to get mucky, really.
back to the hermit crab: he HATES his containment, and it's actually very sad to watch him pass his days by attempting to escape. scratch 'attempt' as trevor really did escape earlier this week, surviving a one metre fall from the laundry shelf, to the tiled floor :o once this crab eventually dies, i think we'll rethink hermit crabs as pets - it really is too cruel.
max is back into the swing of kindy this week, after 2.5 weeks of holidays... i am not sure who was more relieved that he had 'proper plans' today, me or him? ;)
cleo is 12 weeks old tomorrow: how did THAT happen??? i think she might be going through a growth spurt, as this week, she wants to feed pretty constantly, day & night. tiring!
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