Disease vector shame

Maud may try to blame her friend Edgar for HER FIRST COLD. But snatching a rusk from his snotty mouth and having a good suck of it herself was the real culprit.
Mistress Anna told her greed wouldn't get her anywhere - except maybe a job at an investment bank.
Maud was suitably mortified. After passing her germs onto her mother, her father and her grandfather, she looked for any number of covers to hide her shame.
But the rubbish bin was too dirty.

The laundry basket had too many holes.


And the nappy box wasn't private enough.

Problem-solving - or life wasn't meant to be easy

Identify the obstacle...

Attempt to overcome the obstacle...

Realise obstacle cannot be conquered...

Howl in rage at obstacle's obduracy...

Ponder life's unfairness.

Stand and deliver

Maud strikes an "up yours" to the early childhood nurse who hinted that she was developmentally delayed at five months because she wasn't rolling over. But who wants to be like a turtle on its back? Standing, that's the thing. Maud has now perfected the downward dog pose....

The catch me if you can stand...

And the no-grimace splits action. The tongue is the crucial element.

Soooo over it

Bored with being carried around.

Bored with Kippy dawg.

Bored with Mr Bear.

Bored with Big Daddy-o.

Thank heavens for an exotic alter ego. Now, where did Princess Maud's camel get to...

Heppy New Year from InZid!

Maud recorded several firsts over the festive 07-08 period while racking up her inaugural frequent flyer points holidaying across the ditch. She bathed in pureNZ waters...

spent extended time with the whanau in gorgeous surrounds, courtesy of Grandad Pete and Grandma Sha's lovely garden...

and indulged in the finest of local fruit produce, courtesy of Great Aunt and Uncle Jan and Miha's plum trees.


The Stony Bay camp ground might have looked like the setting from Deliverance at night...

but it was actually idyllic during the day...

although remnants from the previous evening's festivities could sometimes be spotted. No-one mention trailer trash.

Maud decided to ignore Mistress Anna going slightly crazy due to her daughter's new, unimproved, sleep routine, consisting of waking for midnight feasts, breakfasting with the dawn chorus, and other, random ("keep Mum on her toes"), night-time screaming surprises.



Global warming felt a long way off with the temperature often matching a lovely Sydney winter's day: raincoats out for Christmas Day and woollen cardies and hats on Boxing Day no less.


Fortunately the weather warmed up for camping, where a lack of electricity, running water and flushing toilets were no impediment to a bloody fentestic time. As cousin Tamati would say: Those All Blacks are choice bro!

Christmas jollies

Maud (or is it Mistress Anna?) believes strongly in recording milestones, memorable, momentous or otherwise. Thus: Maud's first Christmas present opening at Super Pam's!

My dad's just escaped from Long Bay!

Maud wishes to apologise for the paucity of her blogs recently, but she's been hanging out a bit with the old man and, as you can see, he's a bit scary. Best to keep him on the friendly side ... bit like the neighbours really.