Friday, July 29, 2016

Winter needs to be over.

The Chunky Monkey is 6 months.
This is her during a coughing fit because she's a little māuiui.

Hubbumdelish and her first school certificate for having a great attitude.

I have missed 2 weeks of TV. I plan to watch everything on MySky (Tivo) during the weekend.
I need a Pepsi Max.

This week is nearly over.

One of those weeks where everything happens at once. A pregnancy, a death, lots of family, drop offs, pick ups, more family and work and all I want to do is share these pictures because they're pretty cute. Back when she couldn't talk properly and you'd swear she might very well be speaking Japanese.
Mum, that baby is messy.
It's you.
Well you need to clean his face.
It's you.
That's not me.
It is you.
You never let me be that messy. It must be Rome.
The cheese.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

One year old Aunty Avi.

Lion-Ayla.

Jeston and his basketball team had a tournament over the weekend. They got smashed, but great effort!

Avi has the device fever too.

How you tell your brother he's going to be a Grandfather.

We've been in denial for the last few days at the fact that one of our kids is now having kids. I've been refering to my siblings as 'Nanny' and 'Koro'. Tyler broke the fountain of youth for this 3rd generation and will give us our first 5th early 2017. Coming from a staunch LDS family, I agree with what my Mum said when I told her the other night.

It's not the first time and it won't be the last.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Let's face it ...

... you missed me.

It's been a full on second week of the school holidays. I won't go into it with words, but with pictures. Also, I found love again. I've fallen in love with the Rational, a self cooking center and I'm buying when I have a spare 20 grand.









After a long week, I'm taking the weekend to recoup.

Also .. the praying mantis I saw five weeks ago has revealed itself.
Avi has also been munching on her feet for the last month.
Both telling signs of a pregnancy in the family ... and holy crap.

What a week.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

One week down.

I don't know about you, but I think she's a genius now she can sit up. She fell forward and hit her head on the side of the door yesterday. She squawked for literally a second before I found her dumdums. Did not realize Hub's was crying too until Avi stopped. When she calmed down after 20 minutes of asking her what the heck she was crying for, she replied, "I was so sad because Avi hurt herself".
Hub's was beside herself.

I've raised a good one.


They're worst enemies.
Hub's basically worships Rome and Rome's pretty much bi-polar.



The jolly jumper neglector.

A 2-for-1. Avi and the new floors in the Livians kitchen.

A brilliant idea today has made me wonder whether I should lift the wedding shoot ban.
Perhaps.

Wednesday, July 13, 2016

Yesterday-night.

The brats went to see The BFG last night at the movies. Hub's came home and was pretty scared about something in the movie that she claims was not for kids. For my own delight, I've been yelling saying Watch out for the BFG! most of the day.

Avi and I stayed home and watched Shorty.
Shaily was there too.

Nessa doesn't use the term 'last night'. Instead she says 'yesterday night' .. I wouldn't wonder about her if she wasn't 13 nearly 14 and saying that, but she is and I do.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

40 years of Livian.

You know you're getting old when your kids look at you side ways at jokes that would otherwise make you pee your pants.

You know you're getting old when the jokes you tell really do make you literally pee your pants.
Not your best look Livian.

May I add .. the cake was delicioso.

Friday, July 8, 2016

What a week.

Fog cancelled flights on Wednesday night when Livian was due home. Mitch and I decided to drive to Auckland to pick him up. He has limited time on his R&R and I understood that Mitchy didn't want to waste one of his days home. We left the three big kids to fend for themselves, dropped Rome off with Aunty Tashi and put Hubs and the baby into the car and left around 8.30pm.

It was only us and trucks on the road and we got to Auckland at 1.30am and sat up till 3am talking to sister and holding baby LionAYLA.

This is not my Aunty that looks like Beyonce. This Aunty looks like Shrek!

That car trip home was pure torture. Mitchy's Vanguard sucks when you're in the backseat. I was car sick since Papatoetoe and Avi was illegal most of the way because I held her most of the trip back because no one wants to hear the Banshee cry, but isn't she so CUTE.

Hub's ran into the house and asked me if she could borrow a camera. I sent her out to carry in two pieces of wood and she found a photo op out by the wood bin.

Roast pork for dinner.

After a long day at school for Matariki celebrations, and I don't know what Matariki is, the end of term school break-up was amazing despite the rain and cold. We came home early from school, got into our pajamas around 3pm and we've been sitting in front of our fire watching the rain ever since.

Sleep in tomorrow and two weeks of NO SCHOOL!
I've never been so excited for school holidays as I am right now. 8am wake ups aren't awesome. It's going to be a busy break though. Kicking it off with a 40th birthday dinner for The Livian tomorrow.

Monday, July 4, 2016

Last week of Term 2.

Now that's she's at school, I welcome the once dreaded holidays because for two weeks I can sleep in. Picked the three Amigos up this afternoon and watched as another chicken house came in. I don't know how many there are now in the back paddock, but I've counted six over the last couple of months.



This afternoon.




Early night in tonight and for FHE tonight ... we're watching Shortland Street.
Victoria finally came clean.
Shortland Street has been on point lately.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Friday, July 1, 2016

Marae ish.

They're trying to bring the family together to agree on something at the marae to get the ball rolling on the charter that is due. One issue is the wearing of gang patches on the marae and having someone on the board of trustees that is affiliated with a gang.

I don't have issue with a patch ban on marae grounds, but are marae grounds not liberal?

What I do take issue with is the possibility that a trustee cannot be affiliated with a gang and be on board as a member of the trustee committee. If someone claims their identity as a member of a gang, who may or may not be a criminal - criminal by reputation of the gang and not as an individual - it is not for us to decide their seat on a committee based on that.

I don't know if there is a Bill of Rights on the marae, but I grew up knowing that women couldn't speak on the paepae and men couldn't karanga.

How is being transgendered OK but being gang affiliated not?

I have no issue with either, but the truth is in the pudding that both are, ethically, equal.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Just Once.


This guy could be my new musical boyfriend (close runner up to Patrick Stump from Fall Out Boy). If someone can sing this James Ingram song just as well as this chap, then we should probably get married .. and for the record, Keiran Read is our new rugby god.

Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Quiet Tues.

Last basketball game of the term. I really hate basketball, but Hub's loves it so it's only fair to let the child play, but I swear ... those 10 minute halves are like molasses slow.

Came home to a quiet night in.
Dinner was had and Shortland St. was watched.
Then Tashi's hot chocolate concoction.
It's was rich and chocolatey.


Yum, but whoever thought 78% Dark Ghana chocolate would be good on it's own is delusional.

Sunday, June 26, 2016

At church.

Something happened today in sacrament meeting that had me in a silent fit of laughter. The story can only be told in person, but I laughed so much I couldn't breathe properly and started making huffing noises. When the person behind me, assuming it was my brother, started prodding me in the back to shut up it only made things worse.

I partially stood up to leave the sacrament meeting hall, but I couldn't do it. I would have walked out snorting the whole way and we sit right up the front.

I still laugh thinking about it.

All it was .. was the sponge falling off the mic during the final talk.
It was enough to make me drool and cry at the same time.
I've been retelling the story all night because I'm obviously immature irreverent.

Love from the Stake RS Counselor.
The anxiety behind that calling is not so funny, but it's OK because Families are Forever.