Holidaying. In Northland. At a house not 100m from the most perfect pohutukawa-lined beach ever. I love holidays. Can you see why?
P proved himself the ultimate provider for his whanau by catching a trevally, which we ate with gusto and roast veges.
We even did the unthinkable and had Harper stay with his grandparents in Auckland for two whole nights while we were up norf. Postie and I celebrated being responsibility-free by going to bed early and sleeping late. Ragers, huh?
When H came up he enjoyed splashing about on the beach, moo-ing at the cows and doing the dishes with Monique. Yep, he's into wiping benches and mopping floors too. Gets it from his dad.