Friday, December 21, 2007
Merry Christmas
Could be our last post for a while, so best wishes and love to all . Here is the only really Christmassy photo we have at hand, Katrina and Guy visiting Santa at the Johnsonville Mall. Guy is nearly as excited about it as Santa is but he was very excited to when he spotted 'Murdoch the big freight engine' at the toy shop and latched ont him before Katrina could distrat him.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Rob & Krista's Wedding
Earlier this month (1 December) we travelled up to Auckland to celebrate the marriage of Guy's Uncle Rob to Krista, quite possibly the bravest woman in the western world. I know this because I used to have to wake up with a grumpy snoring Rob when we were boys, and it's scary bad! Anyway they had an awesome wedding, in the forest on the slopes of the Waitakere ranges. Guy enjoyed running around on the largest expanse of flat grass he has seen since he learnt to walk in Wellington. He had a great time playing with his older cousins, and Rob's good friend Chong did a great job of marshalling Guy in and out of the various photos, and stopping Guy from running off into the forest to hunt bears. Guy played and ran and laughed until he literally couldn't stand up anymore and had to be taken home, crying, 'Sore legs' all the way. On the Saturday morning before the wedding we went for an hour or so bush walk to to the Fairy Falls, which might have had something to do with it too. Here are some photos of us at the falls.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Growing Strawberries
The summer weather has arrived and the strawberries are ripening in the pots on the deck. Guy likes strawberries and goes out to check on the green berries to see if any are red enough to eat. He also likes to water the strawberries and the flowers and the cactii. One afternoon I left him watering the potplants on the deck for a few moments while I nipped into the kitchen to get his dinner ready. A few moments later I heard a sloshing sound. Garden boy had finished watering the tubs on the deck and thought the three potplants inside needed some too. I looked up to see him walking purposefuly across the lounge carpet with the running hose in hand. Hard to be cross though, like most things Guy does it, was quite considered and logical.
Pickle Boy
Guy loves pickles, ever since his Uncle Rob gave him one at a BBQ just before cousin Jospehines Wedding. Sometimes when he is not feeling well and doesn't want to eat, the only thing he asks for is 'pic-kils' The other weekend he woke up feeling out of sorts and the only thing the restored his good humour was to walk around in his kni-kers and munch a pic-kil.
Something that has always struck me, and others, about Guy, is at times he looks less like a baby and more like a very small boy. Here is one of those photos. Guy is wearing a tiny little polypropylene top, like the ones I wear for tramping or kayak trips which probably contributes to the effect, but in this photo can you see Guy the man of 20, not the baby of 20 odd months?
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Little Engineer
Since Guy started Creche earlier this year and Katrina went back to work, the daily routine is something like this: 07:00 Jack rides to work, 08:30 Katrina drives Guy down to Creche in the Car (800m), leaves it in the carpark and catches the train to work, (there's nowhere to park the car in the city). At 4:30 Jack leaves work to get to Creche by 5:00, (12.5 km and about 100m climb up the gorge). Put bike on the car, put Guy in the car and drive home, Katrina comes home later on the train. All this by way of explaining the next series of photos involving the bike on the rack and our car in the garage. As we arrived home and I bundled Guy and his creche gear out of the car the phone rang. It was Katrina ringing, predictably to see if we had got home and to tell us she was still at work, (obviously). In the short time I took to dash to the phone to receive this vital information, Guy turned his attention to my bike on the rack. And he really turned his attention to it, in that seriously attentive manner of his. First he investigated the derailleur, with its fascinating sticky blackness and spring action. 
Then he found the back wheel could turn freely, here he is turning it slowly and watching the rim slide between the brake blocks.
Next he turned his attention to the pedals and cranks, pulling the cranks around and then investigating the freely spinning pedals.
Who's going to be a bike mechanic Guy? After manouvering him through the house without letting hime touch anything with those black little hands, I thought we'd better have a bath before Katrina got home. While in the bath Guy made this attempt at a 'Movember' Goatee beard, how about that Uncle Tony?!
