




While sock monkey was playing giant chess and just chilling out, I was working too bloody hard, but at least sock monkey was having a good time.
Here he is getting his certificate from the mayor of Yarra.
Here is the mayor of Yarra pointing at my mother so that Jason will wait and pose for her. My mother took about half an hour to get her camera out, so she only held the ceremony up briefly.
Here is Jason finally getting his photo taken by my mother. You can see that the mayor has already lost interest.
Here is Jason getting some sort of medallion from Dick Wynne, Housing Minister and Member for Richmond. Mr Wynne is shaking Jason's imaginary hand. He did shake the real one later.
And here is Jason getting a real, genuine, made in China koala from the Carlton Rotary.
I waved my flag so enthusiastically when Jason came up that it broke! But here we are with some new ones.
It has made itself pretty comfortable.
Monday morning saw a fine batch of cinnamon brain (tick it off my new year's resolution list!)
Grace poses for the tourist brochure.
Ross gets wet!
Andy and Dan get slinky!
Dan is obviously a good man because I am pretty sure he did this just to make Grace and Felicity happy.
Look how happy Grace is!
Sock monkey has a sad addiction to So You Think You Can Dance and Judge Judy.
Sock monkey is an underrated bongo player.
Sock monkey doesn't let friends drive drunk.
But when he gets them home, he takes advantage of them until he has won all the bananas they have in the fridge, as well as at least 75% of any investments or property.
Sock monkey has a posse, now spreading the word through the medium of 'cute new nephews around the world'.
I made six jars of raspberry jam a few weeks ago. We are going through it at a rate of a jar a week, so I'm guessing we might run out before I get a chance to make any more.
Here are Jason, Bendy and sock monkeys.
And here is a particularly nice view from our window, around Round 2 I think.