Summer in Wellington

Yeah, generally it's shit. We had a storm all weekend and tempers were fraying all over the city by Sunday evening. But Monday came through in the end, and everyone rushed desperately for the waterfront in a vain attempt to take advantage of their lunch breaks in order to suck up some vitamin D. Or whatever it is that you're supposed to suck up out of sunshine.

I scoffed sandwiches with unseemly haste in Frank Kitt's Park with Sarah, and then frog-marched her as far as the Overseas Terminal while waving my arms for emphasis while I told her stories.

I also yelled at some shitty little brats who threw a coke bottle at a duck. Just for the record - DON'T bloody well stand there and think it's none of your business so you shouldn't get involved. It IS your business. Also, I have only just figured out that to other people, I actually look like an adult. So when I tell kids off for being (let's face it) horrible little psychopaths, they actually do have to listen! Score.

This evening I went to one of the free summer concerts in the Botanical Gardens, and it rocked. Picnic in the afternoon sun, couple of beers (all bottles safely recycled, all ducks unmolested), free tunes, new people to meet. Magic!

Just to top it off, I walked home with Charlotte and we saw the glow worms at the top of the gardens by her house. Extra magic!

Number of Car Parks Sam Has Been in, Naked

2.

2010

Resolutions I always make:

• Drink less
• Eat less
• Swear less
• Be nicer to my mother

Resolutions just for 2010:

• Get more exercise
• Make more quilts
• Be better about keeping in touch with important friends

Resolutions I might actually keep:

• The quilting one.

Happy Anniverary, Tracy

It's been 15 years since Tracy did the asphalt kiss on the motorway out to Paraparaumu... It wasn't a pleasant time for the family, but at least we got to keep her.



Awww. Memories. These days she looks much the same, after eating lasagne. Just kidding!

NZ Christmas is O for Orsome!

The following is stuck in my head. Winky wonky donkey. You know - the one with only one eye and three legs. Who likes country music, so he's a honky tonky winky wonky donkey. etc. It goes on.

I think I might be spending too much time with Sam...

Anyway, it's been quite some time since I did anything retarded enough to report on my blog (or, to be fair, anything I'm willing to share) or saw anybody else do anything retarded enough to warrant a mention. I will share the following picture though, which cracked us right up.



I'm sure they're the bushiest in town. For those of you not from NZ, it's kind of a colloquial joke. Ever remember hearing me say "sweet as"? Sort of like that. Anyway...

Sam at 2 Months

My niece! She's so cute. Especially if you like kids with warm brown hair... We take her out in public, looking like this, and people flock. FLOCK.



The outfit is incomprehensible. However, her great-grandmother made it, so even if it does look like 15 pink poodles lost their balls in the decorating, we stuffed her in it regardless.



But we prefer this baby. Oh yes.



I get lots of cuddles. It's awesome.



Connor girls. With shiny snouts and devils eyes.



Things Sam can do now:

• Smile with dimples
• Coo, fetchingly
• Unclench her fists
• Feed!

Other milestones:

• We've embiggened her nappies by one snap level
• She smiles when she sees us, not just when she's entertained
• She's got some serious curls coming in
• She's sleeping through the night

Serious Concerns

I was making dinner (which had chilli in it of course) and Tracy said to me "don't put your chilli finger in your eye". I assured her I wouldn't. Then I did. Sigh.