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The End of August.

Hub's is 6 on Friday. We're heading out of town for the weekend to spend it with Sister in Auckland and her brood. Mitchy's crew are coming too (how could I possibly leave Avi for a weekend?). There will be so many kids in the house that I should be dreading it, but sometimes getting out of town and spending it with ten kids is worth the headache. Sacrifices. Trying to plan a run away with sister and Mitchy one night we're there. Leave all the kids with Uncle Joel, Shaily and Ezroid. My Mum hates us all for leaving her here and she said she won't forgive us unless we bring back pillows from the markets. Received this photo last night of Avi with my Grandmother, Ma. They thought it was hilarious. I thought it was so not funny that I sent swear words to the two who thought the image hilarious. I lost sleep because I kept seeing my poor Avis crying, scared ... People forget how scared Harry Potter was of dementors. Not fricken funny at all. The End.

Last week of August 2016

That TTPA decision was a good decision. Big girl no longer needs the car seat shopping carts. She can sit up all by herself AND .. she can count to twenty. Not really, but she's that awesome. I only like SnapChat for the filters otherwise, I would not have downloaded it twice. Spring is coming. Last week she had chicken pox for a second time. I took her to the Drs when the incubation period was almost over. I thought it was nothing until a school newsletter came out with a chicken pox alert. She stayed home for two days and drove me insane. She wants to go to Auckland for her birthday next Friday and her Aunty up there has bribed her enough to want to go so bad. Dilemma. The weather is getting warmer, hence the tea party today after church. It's officially Spring on Thursday, but the last winds of winter won't leave us until mid October. I wagged church today because I'm still harboring bitterness about my ward. I love most of them there, but some of them are


The Avis is just SO cute I want to bite her.

Ngawi's visit to the hospital.

SpideyLeg has been sick for a few weeks. He spent the day at the hospital getting tested and monitored etc. Should be out tomorrow. He's the bravest guy since Uncle Lazz. Big Loves Ngawizzi!

Happy 23rd.

Today, Tyler is 23. She came home from work grumpy because she had to go to Wellington for the day to be a Maori in front of Matua Hone Key for some Governor General farewell. I'd be grumpy too. Also told her that her birthdays will never be the same again after this one. She thinks this one was the worst one because she had to work and travel. I'll remind her next year when she has a baby hanging off her boob watching Friends re-runs sitting at home with me and Hubba just how great last years was when she had to travel to Wellington and work on her birthday. Happy Birthday Tu-Pai Ty. Love you long time.

Scenes from the iPhone.

I'm going to try and have a good week this week. Please be a good week! Good times from the last few. 10 weeks. More chocolate than baby.


This place is getting to me. Talking about it with Mitchy yesterday, she has the same feeling and I don't like that because this is home. I've always said that within my four walls, and the four walls of my parents and siblings homes, that is where my heart is, but on the outside you're immediate prey to anyone. It's been an ugly few weeks in the community and although the issue didn't involve me or my immediate family directly, because it's a small place and because you're all family you are in it by default. People say things who weren't even there. People say things who don't even know. Sometimes people even say things that are both irrelevant and fictional. Your opinion doesn't matter if you weren't there. Your opinion doesn't count if it didn't come from the horses mouth. This isn't the Bridge Pa I knew. Just this morning I was sweeping stones off of my drive way and I remembered how Aunty Marva use to leave a broom jus

Happy Anni mate.

16 of Forever. Miss you mucho.

Tylee & Shailee's birthday.

It was a long weekend and it's ended in a bout of Gastro that's hit the area pretty hard. Here's Avi at nearly 7 months. The squad. Not sure what they were playing, but it was enough to keep them out of the house and off their devices for a few hours. When it got dark I had to let them inside, unfortunately. I turned off the internet (didn't stop Nessa in the corner there), while the rest played. The Cakes. We had Tacos. 8 + 9 = 17. 21 + 2 = 23 . Dad wasn't home for Shaily's actual birthday and he won't be here for Tylers next week and even though he was here for the double-birthday-bash .. he chose to not be here and sleep. Not your best picture girls. I'll blame the gastro. Avi had cake. The cakes were done by The Baking Box in Napier and they were fantastic. A great night, but as I said ... everyone has, has had or is going to have Gastro. I can already tell it's going to be a bad week .. gastro-wise, but I'd muc

Allen Stone.

He's one of those guys who you need to watch with your eyes closed. Like that Ed Sheeran chap.

Mid week.

It's been a bit of an extreme week. In the English dictionary, restitution means the act of restoring something that's been taken away or lost. The act of making good or rendering an equivalent for loss or injury. The restoration of the body back into the state of wholeness are shades of the restitution that would ultimately restore ALL THINGS. I believe in the restitution of all things. 100% That's what I'm waiting for. With popcorn on my lap. In other news .. Hub's will be 6 in a few weeks. Ariel comes in November and I drive and Pokemon. Our chapel is a Poke Stop ... at least it's good for something right now because I'm still trying to get over Sunday.

New Day. New Week. New Critic.

Mum. What do you do all day when I'm not with you? Do you just sit here and do nothing? Because I think about you when I'm at school and what you're doing and if you're just on the couch or just back in bed or just on your phone. It didn't help that I was sitting across from her half asleep, cold and in my pajamas and robe at 7.40am. So I sent her off to school this morning and thought about her comments at breakfast. When you go to school I do your laundry. You know, the clean clothes you put on for one minute then throw into the washing basket just because you don't want to wear those colors today.  I clean the kitchen. You know, the kitchen that you and your 23 year old sister neglect every morning. I take out the trash. You know, the trash that you stuff everything and anything into and when it's full, you place it strategically on the revolving lid so it doesn't revolve anymore. I refill all the water bottles. You know, the ones I actu