Yikes, I’m getting rather far behind, telling the tale of our month long visit to New Zealand. I’ve been editing my heart out… which sounds violent, and it is. Cut cut cut those nasty adverbs and all those corny cliches. And whole pages of superfluous faff.
Anyway, I usually do a blog post or two each week, and still keep up with my writing, but just at the moment there is a fire under my bottom because in one month I’m off to London for an Author Fair, wherein I will have a chance to pitch a novel (or two…) to a real live literary agent.
So it might just be one blog post a week for the next little while. And lots of photos.
Starting as we mean to go on:
Rolling a ball, nice and gentle (ahem), with Oma.
We spent Christmas at Luuk’s parents’ place, in the Waikato. Luuk’s brother and his family were due to arrive Christmas day afternoon, which meant a long wait for presents.
But fortunately there were plenty of toys. Mind you, who plays with toys when there are computers, stereos and handy dandy spare keyboards around.
Fortunately there were a few presents to do earlier in the day, with my parents and Nana, but not until after church.
The view from outside the church, of Mount Pirongia and waikato weather… in the summer…
Elena reading with her Great Nana.
And then the cousins arrived! And then the presents were fair game!
Fern and I cooked up a feast of a dinner, and managed to wear near-matching dresses… almost like pros.
Golden Roast Vegetables, and chorizo for good measure.
A divine salad of courgette ribbons, baby spinach, cherry toms, goats’ cheese, and rawhe ham (we happily ate leftovers for days.)
Dessert. Three kinds of pie. That’s right. Chocolate, Banoffee and Lemon Meringue. Awesomeness is pie.
The kids, eating the pie.
Elena and her cousins, all ready for bed.
The next day we hung around and ate slightly less. Walked a bit of it off, trecking down to the Kaniwhaniwha* (say that five times fast) stream and back.
Walking to the stream, on the road, which fortunately doesn’t get a lot of traffic.
*Kaniwhaniwha, pronounced, ka-nee-fa-nee-fa.
We spent some time settling Catan with Luuk’s brother, who won a LOT.
We spent a little Christmas money at The Base (it’s a mall) and admired this Kiwi version of the universal Santa’s grotto mall installation. (They’re Pukekos.)
We went to my Aunt and Uncle’s house to catch up with my cousin and her kids, one of whom is in this photo – just. But there was a sand pit! It was like christmas.
We went to the Hamilton Zoo and the Rhinos were fantastic.
And the Tuatara was… alive. But we saw him!
Back at Opa and Oma’s we chilled out.
Who showed him that cucumber can go on your eyes? Fess up.
Elena was nightmarish with food (perhaps with reason, having been carted around the country and cutting several teeth…) but Louis tried a few new things. We have no idea where he learned this trick though.
Lovely chilled out days at in the rolling waikato hills.
I’m a human climbing frame. Also known as a parent. Any prone adult of whom my children aren’t afraid will do the trick.