The Easter Bunny came to Uamby this year, but he hid the eggs in the shearing shed! My grandson the X-Man (Xavier) led us on an egg hunt to find the crafty hiding places EB (short for Easter Bunny, but actually my eldest daughter Jessica) had used to secret the eggies.
Xavier had no competition, so he had a leisurely time. Wait until his sister arrives and is big enough to shoulder him about of the way in an all-out battle for chocolate!
The little master is a very demanding but civilised chappie. He gave us the runaround while we are trying to potty-train him. He likes the convenience of nappies and can't get the idea of modern sanitation at all.
As part of his civilising, we forced him to give each of the adults, including Uncle Christopher, an egg. Chris is visiting for 10 days from Victoria where he is lighthouse keeper on Wilson’s Prom.
Daniel and Liv walked the 20 kms into the Lighthouse and stayed with Chris earlier this year. Louisa and Chris's brother Breck walked in with his ladylove Robey and apparently both took it in their stride. Robey is a resilient woman and Breck is a new man, according to his stepmother Alex who reports that he made many overt expressions of love to Robey when they went to visit her prior to the Lighthouse adventure.
Chris brought his new girlfriend Kerrie who is a good cook and not a looney like his last girlfriend who flipped over a quad bike chasing sheep and nearly broke her neck (attention seeking).
Kerrie cooked an amazing leg of lamb last night - including Leatherwood Honey, English mustard and whole cloves of garlic. She also cooked a special chocolate cake for Chris's birthday. 
Chris is enjoying cutting trailer loads of wood for us to burn this winter. Being "Green Farmers", we try not to clear fallen timber because it provides a living environment for bugs and small reptiles, all the glorious diversity that Mother Nature loves. Chris is cutting fallen wood from just across the ramp on a next door neighbour's property. It's heavily wooded and between owners. Chris is a good worker. It's great to have workaholics in my wife's family who think of a week working for food and board as a holiday. I am a workaholic, my wife is, and y eldest daughter is. My son is not, nor it my youngest daughter. My grandson is a workaholic. He never stops, from dawn until well after dusk.
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