Santa

 First year Horatio actually  noticed the existance of Santa.

 We headed to our GP for his Conjunctivitis checkup the other day (got it from other children in a Christmas block party) (Block party is a party organise by your street. Our road has it on pretty much every occation. There are a lot of household here have kids. So there is even a ice cream truck here every Sunday).  To our delight, we found out there was a Santa in our local mall for picture taken (the GP's clinic is in the shopping mall). Horatio immediately jump onto the lap of the man in red, blabbing away about life etc.). When asked what he want for Christmas, he said: "Presents!". Well, let's just say he's not a particular greedy person, doesn't have specific thing that he wants for Christmas. As long as persents he's jolly happ enough.

Pic. Ambrosia in her second hands clothes.

Broken English

 People (usually those who just came from Taiwan/China/anywhere whose native language is not English) (or those whose profession is a English As Second Language teacher. Their patience is somehow more thicker than the rest of us) who don’t know me very well would usually comment on my English as such: “Hey, your English is good!”

Pic: Macho men in action.

1. After months of assessments, Horatio finally cleared of Autism (the doctor is out of his mind diagnosed that). Yes, he is a bit behind in language development etc, but all bilingual kids are like that, so...

                                     



Pictures: Horatio's playing in the treehouse

   



The bakery in our supermarket had Croissant on 'Special', NZD$3.51 for four big ones, very special.

Pic: Second houses built from the block borrowed from the toy library. Showing off.

Picture: Feeding the wee Ambrosia.

 



Ambrosia ( Amber) Louise Price

Picture : Bird Feeding in Western Spring, Auckland