Respite

So, something temporarily appeased the Rain Gods today and there was actual blue sky!  Loads of it!  Poor M&B, they have had a filthy run of it.  And next week is not looking any better.  Dammit, Nelson, you can do better than this.

You know who else can do better?  Seb.  Good LORD he is so TWO.  The tanties!  The bellowing!  The kicking!  Vile, just vilely vile.

In these pictures, however, the butter wouldn't melt.

He is even thortful, or pretending to be at any rate. Hmmm, I see wot you are saying Mutti, E really DOES equal MC squared, don't it.

Despite the combined horrors of the rain and his grandson, Bunce has found a quiet reading spot.

Today was haircut day!  Seb sat quite still.  Not entirely still enough, but quite still :)

Then we zoomed down to the beach while that lovely blue sky was still in evidence.

He's the king of the castle!  You're the dirty rascal!

Halfway to NINETY

Dearie dearie me, I am halfway to ninety.  

Seb, Daddy and I spent the weekend in the Sounds with friends, including Wally the Weka here.  Gorgeous spot at Te Mahia, vast quantities of delicious food, vaster quantities of wine (cheers Kev!) and a spectacular sunny day yesterday too.  Ahhhhhhhhh.

Tried not to worry too much about our girl at home by her sweet self.  She was fine.  She is so growed up.  And she made me TWO CAKES. 

The boys attempted kayaking.  Seb lasted about 23 seconds after launch.  "AAAAARGH!  This water is cold!  My bottom!  My bottom!" etc.

Pretty pretty eh?

Today we drove home and I got a fabulous birthday surprise.  I blubbed.  It was awesome.  Thanks Mutti and Bunce :)

Edited at my husband's insistence to add a photo of me.  I get in trouble for not self-including.  Dear Posterity, I Wuz Here.

Happy

After last week's horrid sicky-ness, this weekend has been a joy in lots of ways.  I loved Pippa's family portrait series and wanted to do the same, but alas, failed.  I got the important ones, though.

Here is a Very Happy Girl.  She has worn that faraway look all weekend.  Gorgeous.

And here is a crazy little man who got hold of an old lippy.  He looks a bit like Baby Amidala. Also he has wicked red-eye but frankly it goes with his gob.

Now you must all go away and cross all your fingers and toes until I get that final confirmation from Scholastic.  SO CLOSE.  Please let there be a cigar.

Sick

This week was, hmm, how shall I put it?  Sub par.  Seb got sick.  I got sick.  Miss M went away.  Daddy went away, and came back sick.  Sick sick sick.  Horrible chesty hacking sick.

I was so pleased when Daddy made it back, you cannot imagine.  He barely did, in the end, after a string of accidents and delays on the trip back from Golden Bay including petrol in diesel tanks, accidents involving cows, open doors leading to loss of luggage, jack-knifing trailers, blah blah blah.  But the point is that I was hellishly pleased to see him.  I am not a good mummy when I am sick and Seb is sick too.  We end up in a sort of who-is-the-most-babyish competition.  Being the grown up, I usually win.

Here is a taste of Seb's attitude this week while Daddy and MollMoll were away.

On the up side: gorgeous blue-sky days and he continues to get more handsome by the minute.

Boo to sick.  Let this be an end to it.