All quiet on the western front

Early this morning, we bid a very sad farewell to Adrian, Rachel and Max, who caught a plane back home to Melbourne, via Adelaide at 9:00am. Our home, upon return, was unnervingly silent and only contained traces of our little nephew...we discovered two toy cars under the couch and an assortment of other toys awaiting his return sometime in the future. Max managed to endear himself forever to his uncle, as he learned to say "dooj-truk" (Dodge Truck) while he was here and then said it as often as possible ever after! If Andrew is ever down in the dumps, I'll know what magical words will put the smile right back on his face!

Anyway, some final photos now of the fun times we all had together...

Max had a ride in Uncle Andrew's tractor at Wongan Hills. At first he looked a little uncertain but soon seemed to be enjoying himself.

Playing on the big red tractor in town!

And the little gray tractor in town too!

Sharing a quiet moment with mum on our block