This week saw us make a sad trip up to Queensland for the great-grandragon’s funeral, which has led us to a number of complex questions from Puff to try and answer. We’re doing the best we can, but you never know what will be next!
The kids have been going to Kindermusik for so long that Huff is now running around to the dusting song that Dad clearly remembers being something that Puff was singing when Huff was a newborn.
For the Queensland trip we hired the largest car yet (an 8-seater)! Thanks to Aunty C and uncle J for their help with the kids, and to H and her family for hosting us. While we organised the baby seat and booster seat, an unexpected person took the wheel (don’t worry; the car was parked and the keys were nowhere near the front of the car).
One benefit of being up in Queensland was a chance to feed the turtles. Here’s huff, in between goes at throwing the bread into the water.
Here’s Puff, and the shoe that Puff’s friend H was wearing.
Puff enjoyed the vast majority of the trip, though he was sad at times.
Here’s Puff with bestie H. We stayed with H and Z this time, and the kids played together really well, sharing for the most part, and a minimum of disagreements.
Puff is now old enough and sufficiently familiar with vocabulary to be able to play I-spy.
This meant that Mum had to fly home solo with the two kids. They were very well behaved, though.
To help them relieve the pressure in their ears during descent and landing, Mum gave them some chewy lollies to eat. This had such a pronounced effect on Huff that (once off the plane and back inside) she walked almost the length of the terminal babbling the whole time and holding Dad’s hand. She then explained she’d been on a “plane” which went “up up up sky” and “down down. down.” Not sure if that last word is “ground” but it’s a welcome change from last week’s festival of corporate sponsorship.
