Another concert... this time Carols by candlelight.
Another trip to Kirstenbosch, another picnic.
No wonder the belt gets a bit tightr at this time of year.
Good crowd for carols, which doubled as a kind of farewell to Carly, who was off to Namibia for a year.
... although it was only Rory, Ian and the 3 Valkenburgs who hung around for the actual singing part.
Emma was buggered. Eventually rocked her to sleep in our arms, taking turns to hold the massive 14kg wriggler.
Cycled home and turned into our road and saw these clouds... had to grab a piccie.
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A few days before Christmas, a Heany granny arrived with a massive box that needed about a dozen men to carry it. What was in it, we wondered?
Emma liked it already, and she didn't know what it was yet.
Is this a happy face or what?
What are all these for mom?
Dad's doing something with the springy things in this box. I'll pass them to him.
Dad works his ass off.
Emm tries out the present. Is it an outdoor bed?
Hey! This thing is bouncy!
And fun! I love it.
You can't see it here, but it came with a safety net that surrounds the whole thing too. Which is quite cool.
Now, whenever Emma feels like a bounce she just says "Ba. Ba. Ba!" and runs towards it.
