Hands full

We're home from our week-and-a-bit in Tauranga and those Taurangians are probably secrectly pleased to see the back of us for a while. We spread a nasty up-chucking bug to pretty much everyone we came across, got out every toy anybody had ever owned, wrestled their coveted toys from them, threw tantrums when it was time to leave, chased cats and dogs, threw more tantrums when it was time to leave a shop without THAT car, refused to eat even icecream, bought badbad weather with us from Wellington (not) and then, luckily, Dougal came and rescued us all...

What are you talking about? They're angels! Even this one...(Mattais Njissen - he's about two months younger than Arf)

Hi, nice to meet you!

Pink ball... I WANT it.

Mine.
Mum!
Maturity: have it back, I've got a green one, a blue one, a yellow one, AND a digger.

Aunty Emily - has the potential to be ANTM (and the only one looking at the camera)


Pauline came up with a novel idea for getting Frank out of the toy shop. Haha!!!

Lily Nijssen, Frank, The Digger.


Quick, the sun's out. Let's have a picnic. Somebody grab some raisins and a few slices of bread. Boys, look pretty.



Yay, The Mount.

Funny - until Frank whimpered, "Stuck. Stuck, stuck,stuck. STUCK!"


Some photos from Grandad Macbrayne:

So, thanks so much to Granny Ro for all your help and patience. We're sorry you got sick. Thank you so much to Pappy for making the road trip more enjoyable. We're sorry you got sick. Thank you so much to Aunty Emily for taking Libby out for dinner and a drink (or two). We're sorry you got sick.

We had a great time really! See you all again sooooooooooooooooon xxxxx