And so the last day of NaBloPoMo has arrived, and the struggle to find sensible things to write about now recedes.  And what a busy old day it has been.

This morning Ms Oh Waily headed to the gym for an hour with the PT.  The Oh Waily kids had great fun at the daycare as they rugged up and took part in the fire drill.  They looked so cute (they have to walk out of their room, through a small part of the gym to leave the building) hanging on to the long knotted rope.
Then straight after we finished up, one of their little friends came around for a playdate.  A couple of hours later and we were gearing up to head out again.  This time in to town to see a friend of ours from Auckland who was briefly in Wellington for work.  Follow this up almost immediately by going to dinner with Auntie H before she and Cousin K headed home tomorrow morning.

Homeschooled children are definitely not socialised properly at all.  {wink, wink}

But now my tired little poppets are in bed and their tired Mum is finishing up her NaBloPoMo commitments before collapsing asleep in bed herself.  Who said being a mother was a breeze?  Whoever it was clearly didn’t have kids.

So from next week we are going back to normal, intermittent transmission.  I may have some more things to share, but after this mini-marathon don’t be surprised if I go in to a mini-hibernation either.

Thanks for sticking it out with us.  I hope you enjoyed some of the posts.

Auntie H and Cousin K are down in our part of the world this week for a sports tournament, so we headed out to see them at their hotel today.

While K stayed and enjoyed time with her friends, Auntie H came out with us for lunch and a walk around the waterfront.  Silly Mummy suggested that we stop at Kaffee Eis at the Lagoon and get an ice cream.  That’s when we discovered the Amazing Chocolate Boy.

He had the world’s largest “child sized” chocolate ice cream and he wasn’t going to give it up for anything.  He also wasn’t going to do something as silly as bite and swallow lumps of ice cream so that it didn’t roll down the cone on to his hand and up his arm.  Noooo way.

Instead, we have an escapee from a slasher movie.  Or we would have had, if we had chosen some red berry ice cream or other.  Thankfully he just looked like an explosion in a paint factory.  (Or ice cream factory as the case may be.)

All of the dark brown splats are chocolate drips, both on his top and on his trousers.  You probably can’t make it out (he didn’t want to stand still for photographs) but his left forearm is one giant chocolate smear.  After all, what do you wipe your face with?

Suffice it to say, Master Oh needs more practice with ice cream cones, or we revert back to ice cream in a plastic cup with a spoon.

Mr Oh Waily had to work last night (and by night, I mean from 4pm yesterday afternoon until 3am-ish this morning) so today has been a very quiet one in the Oh Waily household.

The highlight of my day was getting an hour or so of quiet time to myself while everyone rested.   The highlight of the kids’ day was the pancakes and a bit later, the ice creams at the playground.  The highlight of Mr Oh’s day was probably getting to have some sleep.

So not much to tell you about at the moment.  Tomorrow though we are heading in to town to catch up with Auntie H and Cousin K who are down this part of the world for a school sports trip.  The two little Oh Wailys are really looking forward to it.  So there may be more to write about then.