Local Heart, Global Soul

January 8, 2017

Back Then This Road Was Open, Today They Are Working On It…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Following yesterday’s post, Family Kiwidutch have left Kaikoura behind and are heading towards Blenheim and then Picton, so that we can catch the InterIsland Ferry.

These photographs were of course taken three years ago, but in recent months a series of exceptionally large earthquakes have shaken Kaikoura, most of them having their epicenter in this northeastern area of the South Island.

New Zealand is of course no stranger to earthquakes, but have experienced many more than average since the large quakes that have rocked Christchurch since 2010.

This area is lucky in that it is sparsely populated, a magnitude 7.8 followed by the many aftershocks above 5.0  in a densely populated area anywhere in the world would be certain to cost lives.

Livestock were lost to the quake due to landslides and to that fact that in a few places the ground quickly opened up and then closed again (a terrifying thought but a mercifully quick death). This area is still somewhat isolated because of landslips on State Highway One on the northern side of Kaikoura, the slips to the south having been fewer in size and number and having been cleared in recent weeks.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

The northern slips are predicted to take at least two months, so all traffic between Wellington and Christchurch is currently having to take the only other road north, the “inland route” , a journey that now takes at least seven hours.

Fortunately back in 2013 we didn’t need to take the Inland route and between three and four hours later were in Picton where the ferry awaited.

The crossing to Wellington was stormy and rough so we kept near the upper decks, I kept far, far away from food and we all got through the crossing intact.

There was a magician on board (for the Christmas school holidays) and he kept a lot of the kids distracted from the rolling of the ship with jokes, magic and balloon animals and shapes, Kiwi Daughter likes monkeys so was delighted that the man was able to fashion a monkey in a tree, Little Mr requested a bike, both kids were satisfied customers.

I’ve been in a far worse crossing in my youth and survived that (the chairs weren’t bolted to the floor in those days and with very roll the unoccupied chairs would start skidding towards the low side. When the opposite roll came they would repeat their movement in the opposite direction, as soon as I got in to Wellington that trip I found out that the ferry sailing in the opposite direction had been cancelled because it was deemed too rough to get through).

Luckily this storm was nothing on that one, but that said it was a very different experience to some of our other near-millpond  crossings. We peered out of the porthole at the InterIslander’s sister ferry going past us near the Wellington Heads… they heading into the worst of Cook Straight weather and us about to shelter from it. Wellington harbour was a welcome sight, even more so for Kiwi Daughter and I, as anyone who has ever suffered from sea sickness can attest to.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch) (Salt flats)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

 

 

January 5, 2017

Kiwi Daughter Wood Prove Me Wrong…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Back in mid December 2013 Family Kiwidutch were in New Zealand on holiday.

We spent a few days in Christchurch before heading up to one of our favourite places: Hanmer Springs.

We had no sooner arrived and headed off to the hot pools  when the season’s firewood delivery truck arrived, and in error, the wood dumped partly in the small shed and partly on the lawn in front of it at the back of the property instead of in the garage.

Jason who runs the Hanmer Holiday Homes rentals apologised for the mix-up, the wood should have gone into the garage and just as we were discussing what to do next, Himself and Kiwi Daughter bounded in: they wanted to be the ones to shift it.

Apparently there is nothing like shifting two and a half cord of firewood to burn off the blues of sitting in a plane for a total of twenty-four hours, they thought the exercise would be great fun. I cautioned Kiwi Daughter against the idea that the first fifteen minutes would be great and then she would want to pack things in, but no… apparently she was even keener than Himself to take on the job. She assured me that she would see it though. I told Jason that everything had been worked out, so everyone was pleased.  After long flights I always have more problems with my asthma and my foot was sore, so I headed off to some pain killers, nebulization and a nap, leaving Little Mr comfortably reading comics because he wasn’t keen to join in with the work outside.

Meanwhile Himself and Kiwi Daughter set to work and by the time I woke up they had shifted half of the enormous pile of wood from out of the shed and in front of it and stacked it against the far wall of the double garage.

(photograph © Kiwidutch) NOTE: Shed in distant back above top left of picnic table.

(photograph © Kiwidutch) NOTE: Shed in distant back above top left of picnic table.

Even at the half way stage the outside pile of wood reached as high as Kiwi Daughter’s shoulder. She was powering along with no sign or intention of stopping.

I started to take photographs of the work from that point.

Later Kiwi Daughter reluctantly stopped work for dinner, then pushed on, telling us that she aimed to finish everything in one day but it finally got too dark to work or take photographs.

When the light faded we prized her away from the last of it, it was too much to finish safely and yet little enough that it was frustrating.

Kiwi Daughter surprised us by being up bright and early the next day, out at the shed, the steady thud of lumps of wood as they landed in the wheelbarrow being my early morning wake up call.

A little over an hour later Kiwi Daughter and Himself had not only cleared up the wood from the lawn but also cleaned and swept the shed and garage. It was a very impressive feat that earned her a hot meat pie from the local shop, followed by a an extra large helping of gumdrop ice-cream in a cone.
I found out later that day from Himself that Kiwi Daughter’s motivation hadn’t come completely out of the blue. She was twelve-going-on-thirteen years old at this time, and in a strange stroppy pre-teen stage.Therefore like most kids she had been testing parental boundaries, which included months of neglecting household chores.

I had told her several times prior to our trip that she was a lazy kid(which she was at the time) but on this occasion she had said to Himself: “I am going to prove to Mama that I am not lazy!”). This “proof” turned out to be temporary mind you.. it didn’t extend to most holiday chores later, her excuse being “but Mama, I’m on holiday!” I have to say that I was seriously impressed with the work she accomplished, it may have been a one-off but it proved that she has the determination to stick to her guns and finish some seriously hard work, even if the going got tough after a while. I was proud of her… She wanted to prove me wrong, and she did!

(photograph © Kiwidutch) NOTE: The shed that was in far background of previous photo.

(photograph © Kiwidutch) NOTE: The shed that was in far background of previous photo.

The remaining half of the woodpile was up to Kiwi Daughter’s shoulder…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

The distance between the shed and the house (garage on the other side of the house per second photograph)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Half of the wood stacked inside the garage whilst I slept…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

First thing the next morning this was all that was left…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

A shout out to the friendly neighbour who loaned us the wheelbarrow…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Little Mr’s contribution: play with his “plane”…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

December 19, 2016

We Need Electric Cars To Come In An Assortment Of Larger Sizes…

Electric cars are catching on fast in The Netherlands. In the past year whilst on our way to medical appointments, or to family or friends, I have seen more and more of them, sitting at their distinctive charging stations on the street. I can count quite a few in close vicinity to our home, more in the larger area and many around the city.  Himself and I would jump at the chance of an electric vehicle, if only they made them in a seven seater edition. We not only fill our car to the brim with kids on a regular basis, but also carry around a wheelchair for me to use whenever we have to negotiate distances larger then I can manage on crutches. The wheelchair takes up a ridiculous amount of space, especially if we need to pack in groceries or luggage and a few kids as well.  We need the combination of boot space and seats that our current car gives us. Himself and I both hope that electic cars come out in an assortment of larger sizes as quickly as possible, it would be amazing to have one of our own.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

November 23, 2016

There Is No Age Limit On Fun, … Or Wagers.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Before we leave the “Playtoday” Lego shop in Gouda I am keen to take a look at some of the detailed models in the shop.

Parked inside large perspex display cabinet these display pieces are safe from prying little fingers but make photography tricky, so a few of my shots have lighting issues.

Little Mr. and I probably spent rather too long excitedly pointing out to one another some of the especially well done details that we saw to one another but there is no age limit to having fun is there?

In general, each of us liked different things but share a love of a “good build” and humorous details.

We agreed that the use of tiny, clear round bricks to represent the breaking of waves around a wind sailor or a jetty was a masterful move,  he loved the balloon “hovering” over the island, I loved the jewel detail in the pirate island treasure chest and we both grinned when we saw a crab on the roof of a beach-front property.

I loved building things a a kid and was disappointed that Kiwi Daughter never looked twice at Lego, so my son’s delight is also my own, I am often to be found being the Chief Lego “sorter outer-er”, combing through heaps to find a piece that he needs to make his next project complete.

It gives us a chance to chat about stuff too, and what he doesn’t know is that I am secretly trying to learn some of the construction tricks of the trade.

Why? the answer is simple. I looked at a few of the entries in the competition display cabinet and said ” I could do that!” which was met with horrified, wide eyed disapproving stares from Little Mr. “Not cool“… he declared later in the car, “that was sooo embarrassing“.

The problem is that he doesn’t think I am anywhere near being able to enter any competition. Oh yeah?  In fact he believes so strongly that I can’t that he has wagered me Euro 10,– of his pocket money that I win. Yes,  of course he stands to gain the same from me if I can’t.  Entries are once per year, at the beginning of the 2017 summer school holidays. I have to start thinking about a topic and a build that will blow everyone out of the water. Hmmm… Thinking cap would be great… if I had thoughts. I have time. Watch this space.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

November 22, 2016

There’s Profit In Inspiration And Building Dreams…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

The “Playtoday” Lego shop in Gouda is probably one of the places closest to heaven as far as Little Mr is concerned.

They are open one Sunday in the month, which is how we found ourselves there exactly as the doors were opened, and with Little Mr chomping at the bit to give the place a full check over.

The “pick-and-mix” brick wall drew him first, but it wasn’t long before he discovered the room out the back where Lego was laid out on tables for people to build with.

There are also display cabinets containing competition entry models, which prompted much debate between the two of us about which we thought was the best.

I love the models but the Lego figure wall decorations are one of my favourite things there too.

All around us was Lego, Lego and more Lego, and once again I have to give credit to a company that not only makes money from the wishes of kids but also inspires so much creativity and zeal from the product they sell.

I took these photographs in the first fifteen minutes we were inside, after that parents started to arrive, pulled in by their offspring. It just goes to prove that the is a profit to be made in inspiration and in building dreams.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

 

November 21, 2016

Building On A Summer Time Wish…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

My son is a die hard Lego fanatic.

Not only is it an obsession, he has built up an encyclopedic knowledge  about which bricks belong to which sets,  which parts are often used together,  tips and tricks for all sorts of building and the best prices for pieces and sets.

It’s true that his “wish list” is so long that we’d need to be billionaires to accommodate it and that his dreams for Lego sets outweigh his pocket money, so he has also become a keen budgeter and bargain hunter.

This summer each of our children were promised a weekend activity that they choose themselves. Little Mr spent a long time thinking about it before deciding to ask for a visit to a Lego shop in Gouda.

What he really wanted was t visit somewhere that had a Lego “wall” where individual bricks could be purchased, Gouda met the criteria and he was keen to go.

Himself’s work schedule didn’t allow for a weekday visit but Little Mr found out that one shop was open every third Sunday in the month,  which is how we ended up at the “Playtoday” shop on a little street near the centre of Gouda.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

 

July 20, 2016

When Courage Is On Display On The Rock Face…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Spending some family holiday time in Germany last summer was an excellent idea that did not always go according to plan.

The main problem was the weather, more specifically rain and lots of it, but near the end of the first week things improved and the kids were bursting to let off steam.

For outdoor activities we didn’t have to look too far, the Landal Wirfttal holiday park offers a few on-site, so we sign up all three of the kids for abseiling.

The session starts with a run-down of safety procedures and instruction on how to handle the equipment and then the group disappears up the trail that takes them to the top of a small bluff directly behind the park’s Reception building.

I took a lot of close up photos of the kids as they made their way down the face of the hill, and a short video of the first boy (a very confident kid by the look of things) but am having troubles logging into my YouTube account for a few weeks now so will add it later when I sort that out.

Little Mr and his guest were the smallest of the group and shorter legs made for a few interesting manoeuvres as they each came down, Little Mr was by far the more confident of these two, his steps being decisive even when he approached areas of difficulty. His guest had never abseiled before and was willing but very apprehensive.

Her descent was more of a centimetre by centimetre approach and slipped over at the point where the kids had to lean as far back as they could to negotiate a large rock that had a large gap beneath it was where her confidence crumbled.

Of course the instructor stopped her from falling immediately but she was shaken and so Himself donned a safety helmet and scrambled as high as he could to help her the last part of the way.

All kudos to her, she doggedly continued albeit very slowly until she reached Himself, a true accomplishment if you know that this little girl is as far from tomboyish as it is possible to get, and is seriously shy by nature.

Every kid gained a hearty round of applause from the waiting parents below, but she got an additional cheer because it was plain to see that this was a really big deal and that she showed a lot of courage in daring to do this at all. I heard that she was close to tears when she replied to me that she was ok, but bit her lip and determined to see things through. Little Mr didn’t say anything and acted like nothing was amiss but immediately was extra reassuring and generally worked hard to make her feel ok about the slip, and soon she was shyly smiling again. Both of our children show a lot of compassion for others, but even at a very early age Little Mr has shown us that he is unusually attuned to the feelings of others.

He can rough-house with boys no problem but gets on fabulously well with girls too, and this friend, a serious “girly-girl” who dresses primarily in pink, loves creative hobbies over anything dirty or strenuous seems like a rather odd play-fellow but they seem to never ever get on one another nerves and none of the parents have ever heard them fight or have a cross word. They seem to accept each others differences no problem and get on fine playing in her garden, with walkie-talkies on the street, building things from carton or paper, playing Lego or Minecraft. Little Mr preferred to stay with his friend than to take a second go on the course so we all watched whilst a few of the others and Kiwi Daughter saw if they would do even better a second time around.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

 

December 23, 2015

The “Pizza” That Might Just Possibly Kill You…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Children never cease to amaze me. Little Mr has a neighbourhood friend along for this Pinksteren, (“Pentecost” in English) long weekend trip to the Veluwe.

Since there was a shop on the Landal Colderhoven site that stocked everything from swim goggles, snorkels, toys, gadgets, hiking gear, postcards, groceries and of course sweets (candy), Himself and I decided that the best way to avoid being constantly pestered was to give each kid Euro 20,– to spend as they wished. (Within reason, naturally).

I was extremely impressed to see that our little guest without hesitation spent time and a great deal of thought in choosing gifts for her little brother and her parents. In fact, apart from a few small coins loose change, she spent the entire amount on them, and when I asked if she maybe wanted to get a small souvenir for herself she modestly replied “No, I have a lovely holiday away, my little brother and my parents couldn’t come so I would rather spend it on them since they have missed out”.

My heart melted at her whole-hearted generosity: this is kid who comes from one income family, the father is self employed and the economic crisis has meant a big down-turn in work so they often struggle to make ends met.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Holidays are of course out of the question so even a weekend away like this is a big deal to her, she and Little Mr get on brilliantly and she is appreciating and loving every minute of her stay. Even eating in the restaurant has her wide eyed and looking apprehensive as I gently coach her through how to go through the menu, give her choice to the people serving us etc.

She is very shy, well mannered kid, a little scared in new situations but soaking up every new experience like a sponge and growing with confidence before our eyes. For us, since the holiday house sleeps six it was no trouble to bring her with us, she gets on well with both Little Mr and Kiwi Daughter and her presence means that our children find plenty to do that doesn’t include fighting themselves silly and picking fault with each other every moment of the day for the entire long weekend. Win Win !!!

There was a seat near the entrance to the shop where I sat whilst the kids browsed and considered their purchases. I’d had a word to the lady behind the till to inform her that I was taking a supervisory role whilst the kids spent their money and asked if this was ok. It was. The kids bought me things to look at and ask advice, quality, value for money, practicality etc.

They carefully put back rejected items from whence they came, the shop wasn’t busy and the lady at the till kept a smiling eye on the proceedings. All of a sudden Little Mr appeared before me with the biggest grin imaginable on his face: “I’d like to buy a Pizza please Mama, Please, please, please, please, please?”.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

I smelled a rat, he was pulling faces trying hard to look cute and innocent, his eyes were pleading, the hope was visible in his eyes.

There was a catch in this for sure, my Mama Alert Radar was firing on all cylinders, something was fishy here, there was absolutely not a shadow of doubt.

The “Pizza” appeared from behind his back… a small box, too small for real pizza, but decently sized all the same…cold and plastic wrapped.

The truth dawned, this was a “pizza” of the sweet variety, pure, unadulterated sugar complete with more “E” numbers than I ever want to see, or know exist, ever. Ugh. Now I have to look at these pleading eyes, he knows I really really, really, want to say “No, that’s the sugar shock from Hell, just looking at it might induce a diabetic coma, it’s pure rubbish, please go and put it back”.

Those pleading eyes… that visible hope… I notice out of the corner of my eye that Little Friend is shyly looking towards us, I read hope in her face too… I cave in and administer conditions that include more tooth brushing then he’s ever done in his life… The face of my son first registers shock and surprise that I said “Yes“, I see the comprehension dawn on him, then pure joy that he has what he has been pleading for and didn’t really expect to get.

I get a hug so hard that it hurt, and hear “:Thank you Mama, Thank you Mama, You are the Best Mama!, You are the Best Mama!, Thank you Mama!” all the way as he dashes to pay, he is jumping up and down on the spot like a jumping bean, whilst he waits for his purchase to be rung up, he is so excited he cannot contain his glee.

Needless to say the lady at the till has been watching and is now grinning widely too. When Little Mr did his bouncing bean impression at the till, it was the final straw and the lady lost it and began to laugh. I call out a joke that he’s like this even before the sugar shock has been unwrapped, please pity me after he has eaten some of this. She laughs even harder.  Little Mr is quick to share his “Pizza”, mostly with his guest and even his sister got to pick out something from it.
Ew, this thing is certainly diabetes on a plate, a sugar shock from Hell… But the pleasure of this sickly treat was clearly heavenly (and he was even careful to make it last the entire long weekend). Who doesn’t need a guilty pleasure once in a while?

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

 

October 30, 2015

The Good News Is That Recovery Was Total…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(Sigh) My son appears to take after me just a little too much in some respects. We are both accident prone.

In this slightly retrospective post we got a telephone call from school to let us know that Little Mr has had not one accident but two, in separate playground accidents.

Both were caused by genuine miscalculations on the part of Little Mr and his playmate friends and there were tears all round when they realised he had been hurt.

He was checked and cleaned up by the school nurse and was back in the playground in time for his second accident within minutes. Luckily everything is superficial but looks more gruesome than it is. He came home, showed us the damage and then went out to play on the footpath with neighbour friends on his scooter. Less than ten minutes later he was back inside, bleeding from a (luckily tiny) graze on his forehead after trying a trick and falling off the scooter. (Obviously I’ve not included a photograph of that for reasons of family privacy). Hugged, cleaned up and checked, he went back outside, proudly showed off the plaster, continued to practice the trick that he failed at before (successfully) and actually managed to not collect any more injuries the rest of the day. (Hurrah!!!). Kids… they give you worries that they might not survive childhood some days, but as a parent you act learn that they are more resilient than you think and that they shrug off what you think might be seriously sore bumps and bruises sometimes in minutes. This post is a record for his childhood album…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

October 26, 2015

Kids Seem To Think That They Invented The Wheel…

Kiwi Daughter bought some earrings recently and proudly came to show off her purchase. “They are Infinity earings” she explained (although I already know that of course). As if to confirm any thought she might have as to my total ignorance she added “See how the loop folds back on itself like a figure of eight and doesn’t have an end? That’s why they are called Infinity earrings”. Hmmm maybe that was my cue to crawl back under the rock I must have been under my entire life… Of course I said nothing, just looked surprised (but not for the reason she thought I was) and murmured “oh…” I realise that I live a fourteen year old teenager and like others of her ilk she frequently appears to think that she invented the wheel… but just take a look at the design in this balcony safety railing… one of many examples where this repeating pattern can be found in some form or another.

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

Next Page »

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.