There isn't a lot that excites Rebecca, or rather there is but not often does she show that excitement. So the boys and I were quite amused yet wary when she burst into the room clearly bursting to tell us all something.
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The timing for our return couldn't have been better, we arrived in good time to celebrate Rory's birthday. This was especially important to the little boys as they were both excited and a little bit nervous to give him the presents they had selected and made for him ( Read more... )

The flight back to England was relaxing and felt rather decadent as I reclined in my seat. Tony insisted on taking care of the boys and the girls were engrossed in their iPods and books leaving me with my thoughts and memories of the time we'd spent with our family and friends. There'd been highs and lows, the former being far more prevalent ( Read more... )

The marae was packed for the tangi making us even more grateful for the warm weather that enabled many of the mourners to move outside. I kept the little boys with me but the girls were happier outside with their cousins.
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Preparations for the trip back to New Zealand caused life to become a whirlwind of activity a fact I wasn't totally aware of until we were at last seated on the plane ( Read more... )

I felt in two minds as I rushed to answer the phone, part of me wanted to reach it quickly but I also had a mad urge to miss it, as in that way I could almost convince myself I'd imagined it or that it wasn't really important.
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Further proof that I'm losing my mind was provided when the girls came out of their room today each carrying a small packed bag.

"Where are you two off to?" I said puzzled.
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The subject of Josiah's wish to drop the name Jojo didn't come up again until later that evening. We were all watching a DVD just before the boys' bedtime when Rebecca quite naturally said it causing him to look to me for help ( Read more... )

I think my favourite time of the day is early morning, those moments that could hold a slight confusion about whether it's still night or if daytime has taken over the reins. I think of those precious minutes and if I'm lucky hours as me time. The time that I can think, write or simply be quiet with no other sounds to demand and distract, with no ( Read more... )

As I watched Tony pack his bags my mind wandered back to the conversation we'd had with the girls when he'd told us of his plans.
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