Poker Face

Early tomorrow morning we're leaving for Murchison.  We're not close to having packed a thing for ourselves but the old 'hunk of junk' cruiser is laden down with wooden planks, food supplies, building materials, plants and young trees.  We should be sorting things into bags right this minute, but Chris has nipped off to play POKER!?  YES, YOU DID READ THAT CORRECTLY!   The last time Leo and I did this journey it was Christmas and he was just nine months old.  It was daunting then, but in retrospect, nit-picking easy because he was little, quiet (ish) and barely moving anything more than his chubby arms.  Now he's charging around on two feet, roaring like a lion, is suddenly picky about food (one track sausage mind) and absolutely hates to wear a hat.  So here I am at 9:30pm on a Thursday night with a husband on the town wearing his poker face and me slinging all manner of things into a bag.....oh yeah, you can bet your bottom dollar whose grubby bag I'm not packing ;)