Monthly Archives: January 2017

Morning time 

Morning time is this (mostly) peaceful potter around  the house. Grace reads or occupies herself in the playroom. Adam finds some toys to investigate, then moves on to emptying cupboards and perilously climbing things to find more treasures. Eli tends to be the one who sleeps in a bit, but once he is up he finds something to do and then makes quite a bit if noise while doing it. And then everyone suddenly gets hungry…

All hail the great Addy! 

Worship me! 

In another time, and another place, Ser Eli of the Underpants gets ready to save the realm

We did it! 

It had only taken two and a half years of living in Somerset West, but we finally made it to our home town’s beach! 

Girl, boy…boy, girl? 

A picture says it all….or does it? 

This all started with Grace wearing Eli’s top this morning and not wanting to take it off. Not really sure how it got to this point, but I’m sure Grace played a role in it…

Addy the Policeman

Continuing the theme…. 

Having an under-the-trampoline picnic

Check! 

Engines…check! Flaps…check! Goggles…check! Let’s go! 

Firefighter Addy

He may even be more effective if he put the hat on the right way around. 

Post swim munchies 

After a swim with friends, it’s time to refuel

Cake! 

Grace baked a cake for Gogo and Gramps this morning. Donné printed out a recipe for her, and she got on with it with minimal assistance from us.

Gogo and Gramps are here for a whistlestop tour to get visas. Gogo didn’t realise her fingers would still remember how to play the music.

Addy the butterfly princess 

Eli the fireman 

Teeth brushing 

Adam has been enjoying finding a toothbrush (sometimes his) and having a go at brushing. He is also in love with flip to lids, which his toothpaste happens to have. 

That’s all good and well, until you actually try to brush his teeth, at which point it becomes a fight with an unhappy octopus. 

His current teeth count is 9. Top four incisors, bottom four incisors (two are half way out), and one mostly out premolar, and what feels like another one on the way.