Fun and Games

It was games day at Kennedy School on Monday.  We had so much fun.  Oh, yeah, and the kids did, too!

Then, after the kids' festivities, they had the parents' races!
Mums

and Dads

....of course James had to win!

Time Away

We went to Niseko for the weekend.  Wow.  What fun!

We left the kids at home with my good buddy Kathy and our helper.  Hopefully Kathy will stay a good buddy after this experience!

We got to Niseko after a very long journey (started by champagne at the Cathay lounge though).  It was....snowing.  But there was still night-skiing.  We vowed to try it.

We were staying at a lovely house our friend Steven found.

We, of course, had to go for a drink before dinner, so we stopped at a little (little is not really the word for it!) bar for the first drink.

 

There was this interesting little game where you hammer a nail into a log.  This totally hammered guy came in and tried to hustle us.

 

 After the first bar we went to the 'Fridge Bar', which had a little fridge door you had to go through...

 Well, to sum it up, we ate, drank and made merry for the whole weekend, while fitting in some skiing in some of the deepest powder I've ever seen!  All the while, the snow kept coming.  The most adventurous thing I tried was the onsen, where you bathe and then sit in a boiling hot pool.  The one near our house had an indoor and outdoor one.  We sat in the outdoor one (just us girls!), sipping beer.  The first night we managed 45 minutes, but the second night we pretty much slugged the beer back so we could get out of the hot water!  It was nice, but soooo hot.  Night skiing?  Just a nice dream...

 

When we left, we had to relinquish our beer at the airport, as it was contraband...

A Second Fashionista (Fashionisto?)

So Charlie is following in Kate's footsteps.  A little more colour-coordinated however (remember Kate tends to lean toward the boho-chic look).  Note the black trousers to match the black pants (boxer briefs, they are so adorable), and then the pants have a T-Rex on them to match the crocodile on the top.  Obviously they take after me.

Hmmm.

Today Kate told me she doesn't want kids when she grows up. So bizarre. Deja vue.

The reasons? There are three.
1. She doesn't want anyone to cut her stomach open to get the baby out.
2. She doesn't want a baby to come out of her bottom.
3. She wants peace and quiet, with no one coming into her bedroom in the middle of the night.

Fair enough. Those are similar to my reasons for not wanting kids.

Fortunately I finally changed my mind.

Because what would I do without those lovely cuddles?

Wheels

We finally broke down and bought a car. Woo hoo! And what a car it is!

We took possession of it yesterday, and everywhere I have driven today, guys have stopped to admire and look. For most of them, it is the first time they've seen one live, as VW has only recently started importing them to HK.

And it is ZIPPY. Too bad I'm always stuck behind slow taxis! Or maybe it's a good thing.

She's Not A Baby Anymore

On Saturday I said to Kate,"We need to have a chat."

She looked at me like a deer in headlights. "What?"

"You need to stop sucking your thumb, now that your big teeth are growing in."

"I don't know if I can. I know! I'll stop taking Baba to bed with me, and take the pink bunny to bed instead. Because I only suck my thumb when I'm sniffing something stinky."

We agreed that she could suck her thumb Saturday and Sunday nights, but once school started again she had to stop. Wish her luck.

More Words Of Wisdom

Kate seems to have a knack for Kate-isms.

Her latest is one of the best yet. We were at the club with some friends (who happen to be English Indians), and Kate was telling her friend Dris she was going to have a hot dog for lunch. Dris said she doesn't eat hot dogs (they are vegetarian). Kate responded with:
"Well, I can have hot dogs, because I'm English."
To which Dris' mother and I almost fell over. We asked if she meant that only English people can have hot dogs...
"No, vegetarians can't have hot dogs." (Silly mummies!) So we felt a little better about her understanding of who can and can't have hot dogs.
"....I'm not a vegetarian....Indians are vegetarians."
What is that they say about wanting to be swallowed up by the floor?

Older? Wiser?

HA.


HAPPY

NEW YEAR.


The funny thing is, I was telling someone just the other day that I don't do shots anymore. And especially vodka shots, because they make me insane.