Category: Kids
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Home, again
It feels like the run for the finish line is over. Almost. Unpacking and sorting aside. The home we’ve dreamed of. The big London home. With a proper country kitchen. And all white walls. And wooden floors. The home with the sage green front door and a huge old rambling rose tree in the front…
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Cherry Ricotta Breakfast Panacotta
Cream-free ricotta and yoghurt panacotta The brief: to use up an enormous jar of Bonne Maman Cherry Compote that I’d opened, eaten a bit once for breakfast and then it became the weekdays when I eat breakfast at work and therefore I had to use it up before it went off because chances were I…
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Adventures at home
The girls love the little path down the side of the house where they take their brooms and hide on the little porch where there are taps to play with. It’s a lovely gentle English summer, if not a touch chilly. Life is brilliant fun – mostly. Daddy even bought mummy a new red KitchenAid…
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No photos please
All of a sudden Astrid won’t let me take her photo. And the camera lead crapped out. So there haven’t been many photos of late. But there will be soon. Because soon soon we’ll be back in London, back on the Heath, back on our epic walks around villages, around the Heath, up to Hampstead…
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I miss
Mr Cat. Come home Mr Cat. x
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History
Tonight I am filing things, to print out. To tick off. And I thought I would just delete EVERYTHING off my desktop. Until I found February 2006. It sort of looked important. This is our favourite house. And here’s Kevin all those four years ago the day before we got on the plane for my…
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Astrid’s birthday quilt
She hated it then. She loves it now. Beautiful beautiful third birthday quilt for beautiful beautiful birthday girl. It’s been a bit of a year for ol’ Astrid what with the arrival of Miss Edith, making such great friends at Lorraine’s in London who she still talks about, then being yanked back to New Zealand…
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The sweet sweet smell of Rarotonga
Into our fifth day at The Beach Place – fittingly right on the beach – at Tikioki, nestled between Muri and Titikavaka on the south eastern coast of Rarotonga. We arrived to blistering hot sun, a lovely long afternoon walk along a tropical plant lined road, on a grassy footpath, up to Muri village shops…
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Missing: Marge the jack rabbit
Our very loved family rabbit Marge has gone missing. Marge is no ordinary rabbit, she’s a Love Creature Jack Rabbit and is an avid quilter with a large collection of fabric. She spends her time scouring vintage shops and garage sales and also has a large scissor collection. We’ve not had her long but she’s…
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Busy doing not very much at all
Although I have taken a few photos. And walked in the rain. And on the beach. And up and down our hill a lot. Up to Oneroa. And back. A lot. We’ve been into town once on the ferry. Much of the time we’ve been damp but warm – and the pantry’s now fully stocked.…
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To the islands indeed
We’d never have guessed how prophetic that particular blog title would be and if you’d told us a week ago we’d be moving out to waiheke for two months, well, we probably would have believed you – but we certainly wouldn’t have thought of it ourselves. Not then anyway. But we did a few days…
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everything all in good (Astrid) time
Sometimes as parents we wonder whether Astrid shouldn’t be doing this, or that. Because everyone else’s children are, and have been, for ooh – well at least this long. But Astrid – no way. Astrid is all about Astrid time. Expert at digging in the heels. Expert at immovable. Astrid will not do anything she…