These days are not really boring, but sometimes they feel all the same. I know that in 6 months I am going to look back on these pictures and not believe how young Henry and Svea look...but this week I have felt like nothing ever changes around here.
So here we are, just hanging out.
Henry chose tennis as his sport of the moment, filling his tennis bag with 23 tennis balls and one junior racket, donning "tennis" hat, shirt, shorts and shoes:
Svea controlled the tractor, looking beautiful the whole time: