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  A portrait of my children every week for a year.

The Hill St Farmers' Market

I read about the Hill Street Farmers' Market many months ago and thinking about going has become a regular feature in my life. The market is held on a Saturday morning and we're often on the lookout for something to do on a Saturday, and we finally got there this weekend.

Christmas Day treats

In this summer series of humouring me, here's a bit of a collection of pics from our Christmas Day. Yes, I had a nice day thank you. I find the lead up to Christmas very difficult, but the day itself - good food, presents, happy children - there's plenty to like about that.
And I took the kids to church, actually.

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A portrait of my children every week for a year.

Moving out, but not on

  

On December 10 we closed the door to our lovely but-getting-too-little home for the last time. It didn't matter, by then, whether we wanted to go or not, the train had already left the station. The house was sold, the truck had taken our boxes away and the house was bare - soon to be filled by a young couple who had fallen in love with it. I was ready for whatever will be next.

Summer holiday humour

We're back! Or should I say, we're still here! In the last month we have moved out of home, settled in to Nana's, put in an offer on a house and lost out, celebrated Christmas, been on an extraordinary holiday, landed at Wellington airport in 140km per hour gales, and found ourselves in a new year.

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  A portrait of my children every week for a year.

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A portrait of my children every week for a year.

Kebab sticks and smoothies - dreaming big

Reuben and I were looking through a child-oriented recipe book the other day when he spotted a picture of meat and bread on kebab sticks. The bread, as I recall, was crispy little cubes, but Reuben wasn't worried about the details and was ecstatic about the idea of bread on kebab sticks.

I suggested that some fruit with the (buttered) bread might be quite nice, but he wasn't worried about those details either, and raced off to the kitchen to whistle up some afternoon tea. I remained on the sofa and kept quiet.

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A portrait of my children every week for a year.