Another 2.5 weeks and Nico will be 3 years old. Eloïse is 8 months and 1 week old.
We went to Waiheke Island last week. It was going to be Tante Babiche and Oma, but a gastro bug meant that Oma had to stay away from us. While Bas later on caught the bug, the tadpoles and myself miraculously managed to escape unscathed. Probably due to him being quarantined in his own quarters.
We just wanted the trip to be an easy going, low key one, so we decided to stay on Matiatia Bay, unpack our sandwiches, pureed fruits and drink, and have a feast there.
Much to the kids’ delight (and the seagulls’!), the seagulls finally came to our table so Nico could feed them. This took the trip to a whole new level and it could well have been their highlight of the day (the kids’, and the seagulls’).
Ice-creams back in Auckland. Luckily for us, Eloïse fell asleep in the pram so we didn’t have to endure her burning glare for eating something yummy and not giving her any.
The trip on the ferry was fun - Nicolas enjoyed looking at the boats and the sea (and other kids’ toys) and was very well behaved (a travelling parent’s best tools: iPod and food. You can even buy alphabet and number-shaped biscuits to call ‘educational’ and overcome the guilt of feeding them overly processed foods), and Eloïse distributed gummy smiles around like a politician with pamphlets before election week.
