A couple of weeks ago, I was trying to remember all the nicknames that I’d given to my eldest daughter when she was a baby. I was with a friend and our children, enjoying a meal. My daughter was looking at me with her big brown eyes expecting one of those baby stories that she loves … Continue reading Baby Bubble
My children are Maori. They’re half English too of course, but they are considerably more identifiable as Maori than European. I am very fair in complexion, so my olive-skinned children look nothing like me. That’s something we don’t even think about until people ask ‘Are they yours?’ or ‘Where did you adopt them?’ or worse, … Continue reading The Adventure Continues … (Part Three: Hicks Bay)
The weather in Wellington was beautiful today; a promise of the Summer to come.It was also Father’s Day. My little girls spent Father’s Day learning how to ride their new bikes with their mum.A bicycle shop is closing down and flogging everything for half price so I, like the rest of the Kapiti Coast, swooped … Continue reading A Ride Through Dad’s Day
‘Adventure’ used to mean skinny-dipping on remote Fillipino islands, trekking on a plodding, muddy elephant in Chang Mai, or climbing the mountain adjacent to Machu Picchu in Peru (we got lost). Now, with two wee ones, it means a trek into Wellington to watch The Wiggles. For those who don’t know about The Wiggles, they … Continue reading The Wiggles!