The catch me if you can stand...
And the no-grimace splits action. The tongue is the crucial element.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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.
The catch me if you can stand...
And the no-grimace splits action. The tongue is the crucial element.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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...
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...
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
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!
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.
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