The last time we went four wheel driving was when Master X was only 8 weeks old. I remember it because it was Mr A’s final week at work. We ventured out after lunch on the winter’s day and explored the alps of the Brindabella Ranges the surrounds the Australian Capital Territory where we live. This time we headed out just before lunch with the view to arrive and have a family fire with some sandwiches. Probably the most surprising part of the day was the Master X loved it. He was super immersed in the bushland and explored independently, although never straying too far. It was glorious to be out for a day, and not be shopping for baby items or cleaning out the house to get ready for the baby. It was good to spend time, the four of us, enjoying the outdoors like we like to.