Thankfully most of the extra-curricular activities have now finished for the Christmas holidays, so it's only school I have to worry about now, and having Mum here to help when Tareka is working makes a big difference.
We have been out to a few things, most notably the local Christmas Parade, where the children were overloaded with lollies and ice blocks, and Hakopa discovered the joy of chocolate ice cream.
The floats were all of a vaguely connected Christmas/New Zealand/Fairy tale theme, along with an impressive rendering in cardboard and tinsel of the local power station.
The garden is sprouting beautifully, and despite a few minor leaf miners, our crops are growing vigorously unmolested. Even the pathetic watermelon which literally paled at the idea of being in the garden, instead of in its nice little pot on the windowsill has gamely grown its first true leaves and is struggling towards the sky.
Hakopa is now crawling properly, instead of doing the crazy swimming manoeuvre he was using to get around a month ago. This is great for him, but now means we have to be on constant orange alert to prevent Barbies best shoes being consumed by the baby.
The girls are delighting in the unlimited attention from Omi, and she is doing very well keeping up with their demands to read, play games, dress up and jump on the tramp. (That's a trampoline, not a random homeless man in the back paddock).
In other news, I would like to congratulate Pak n Save on Mill Street, Hamilton for finally correcting a terrible wrong.