A six-week catch-up. January 29, 2008
Ask me what we’ve been doing, go on ask me ask me ask me!
Actually no. Don’t, because it’s not as exciting as such an enthusiastic buildup would imply. But we did leave the house for a while there, which for us these days is as exciting as wandering around Mexico was ten years ago. Also up there for excitement is the return of House to TV tonight. I can barely focus on my typing, such is my exvcwfvvwhuhtement.
What did we actually do that filled us with joy and fulfillment? Um. We…um. I forget. Wait! We went to Blenheim! For Christmas! Before that we did some pre-Christmas stuff here, like cut down a perfectly healthy tree and prop it up in our dining room. And we had the kids’ preschool end-of-year breakup, which had a fancy-dress theme:
As you can see, Ethan was a fairy.
And Amy went as a rubber chicken.
We headed to Blenheim a couple of days before Christmas, where it turned out we were inducted into the local builders’ union and indentured to build chairs.
I still have all my digits and both eyes, although I can’t say the same for our children. At least they look happy!
Christmas was awesome. Amy and I got a doctor set:
And we got snow!
We spent an afternoon at Marfells Beach, past Lake Grasmere and the saltworks (a network of ponds where seawater is left to evaporate and expose the salt), and the kids chased seagulls and threw rocks and collected shells and ran around a lot. And I took my favourite photo of the trip:
We came home for a pretty uneventful January (I went to summer school) and then Ethan turned five on Saturday. We threw him a pirate party.
It went well.
