Play Centre
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| Picture Credit - Joanne |
So
far, this week, touch wood, has been a bit if a breeze. SPACE activity this week was to go and visit
a Play Centre which is the next step up from SPACE. It’s a parent led play
group which gets support from the government in terms of funding. So you pay a nominal fee ($45 a term I think)
and then you have to commit to being on the team once a week, and to do some
training courses.
The
time commitment may seem a bit daunting, but Francis had such a great time
there that I think it would be worth it. As usual he was off and exploring as
soon as he hit the ground. I had to rescue him from outside on a number of
occasions. At times he would come back
covered in glue and glitter and one occasion with a bloody lip – all quickly
forgotten when we started making ginger
bread cookies!
Glittering Exit
We
discovered the one draw back to all that glue and glitter today when changing
his poopy nappy. No picture needed right?
Green Day
Francis
has been doing a great job eating and eliminating . Some days he is eating so
much at dinner time I have to go and re-heat his left overs from lunchtime.
Here’s some happy eating pictures for you. He's put back on 350g in the last
week, so we’re all feeling much better!
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| Different Soup, Different Day. |
Parenting Decisions.
I
guess when it comes to raising children, there would be very few couples that
agree 100% on everything when it comes to their kid(s). My biggest bug-bear
right now is we’ve just applied for Francis’s permanent USA passport. I really
don’t want him to be a Yank, just like I don’t want him to be a Brit. He was
born in New Zealand, therefore he’s a kiwi. Many reasons for not wanting him to
be a Yank, one of the biggest is the amount of paperwork this will subject him
to. America is the only country in the world that insists its citizens living
abroad file taxes, and pay capital gains as well. He can rescind his
citizenship for free when he is 18, or we can pay several thousand dollars to
do it before then, but he’d still have to file taxes for another 7 years after
that. For a country that can’t even make it’s President-elect pay taxes, I
think that’s effed up. I took one for the team though. Hate myself for it
though with every cell in my body.
This
week, so far in numbers :
28 –
days how long it took us to actually sleep in the Master bedroom at our new
house.
106 –
the total number of days we spent sleeping in the spare bed (I was sick when we
got back from US, then we quite liked not sleeping in the same room as F, but
were too lazy to move his cot!
1 –
goals I scored on my return to playing outfield in soccer after my back surgery
in January. It felt great to run around – I felt unleashed – out of breath, but
unleashed.
5 –
number of time we hit the post tonight
1 –
goals the pesky opposition scored. Arrrgghhh
4 –
number of pre-bed time pain killers I have just taken – just in case!
4.75
– kg the size of the free range turkey I bought today for Thanksgiving.
65 -
$ price of said turkey.
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