This started with the last National Day, when Chubbs sat on the drive-way for dinner while watching the jets fly past. So this year, we set up his chair, I fed him his dinner of sweet potato, fish fingers and cherry tomatoes and we patiently waited for the planes.
But after sitting for a minute, he got up and said that he was worried someone would come down the drive-way and knock him over. So he suggested we put the breakdown sign just where he sat, so drivers will be alerted to his position. Too cute!
Unfortunately this year, the planes changed their course (for safety reasons, we assume) and we only managed to catch about eight jets. But Chubbs still loved sitting out for his picnic dinner, and looking on as Daddy did some gardening. When it got darker, and the mozzies came out for dinner, we retreated to the TV, because Chubbs loves the opening ceremony with the parade commander, uniforms, cannons and such. He was walking around the house with his toy sword, following the parade commander's moves.
We'll be having our picnic dinner again next year, with baby right next to Chubbs.
