Note To Future Self

Yes, our lives are always sunshine and roses.

Thanks for asking.

(aka Can we eat lunch with the cool kids now?)

Much belated thanks to the Fairfield, Rieffel and Taraz Preer clans for letting us be in their cult. I mean, enabling the baby wearing.

Word.

(oh, and extra double-thanks to Auntie Elsbeth for the kickin’ sweaters)

As previously noted, NZed is one of the last bastions of civilisation in a feckless world. For example, we get both Good Friday and Easter, er, Monday as public holidays, creating a wonderful four day weekend to farewell the summer. In fact, the University even gave us Tuesday off, for a massive five-day weekend.

Unfortunately, Anna had a football match in Ashburton on Sunday morning, and we aren’t really in a position to spend five days in the back country. Instead, we opted for a couple of days in inland Canterbury, centered on beautiful Geraldine.

We were able to take a number of goodly walks in the woods, and viewed quite a few large trees (mostly Totara, thanks).

Hard to imagine the Canterbury plain covered in bush instead of cows.

Certainly nice to get into the woods and imagine a future where we can get back to tramping.

Anna’s team won their match 2-1, thanks for asking.

Parenting tip #47: After a pleasant lunch in a seaside cafe, How do you keep your newly rolling four-month old safe while packing up your small assortment of baby goods lifeboat?

Safety First!

While we were distracted, two anniversaries snuck past us: four months of Em and two years in New Zealand.

Indeed.