Today we celebrate the birthday of a very special little girl! Can it really be a year already? Actually, when I woke up this morning, I did NOT think about it being her birthday. My thought was "WHY do my kids wake up so early!!??" The boys sure remembered though. They couldn't wait to decorate the house with crepe paper and balloons and are very excited about having a party (family only - no big shindig) for "Katy-Baby-Pretty-Lady," as they like to call her.
Speaking of pretty, yesterday Greg informed me that he had arranged the whole family on a cuteness scale, ranging from Caleb (worst) to Kate (cutest.) Poor Caleb. But nobody denies that Kate deserves to be at the top of the list.
A little while ago we got a small package in the mail with a surprise inside. It was a lovely vintage baby gown, sent by Kate's great-grandma Simmons. It's a tradition that girls in the family have a photo taken in the dress when they are a year old. So here are some shots of baby Kate (and Myrna at a year old):
Last Saturday was the annual Craft Fair, where artists and crafters in our community (expat and Papua New Guinean alike) come together to sell their wares. It's a fun chance to do some Christmas shopping.
Greg had a little bit of money in his "spend" jar. After looking at all of the options, he chose to spend his kina on dipping his own candle...
... and this pretty shell to add to his collection of treasures.
Breaking for a snack while riding bikes.
The boys really enjoy "playing house" with Kate, which seems to mostly involve throwing all of the toys that they can find into Kate's bed. She thinks it's pretty funny though.
Yesterday our lawn was mowed for the first time since August 11! We normally have it cut every other week year-round, but because of the drought the grass wasn't growing and there was no need. I felt bad for Sika, the man who mows for us, because he lost most of his livelihood for a few months when no one needed their lawns cut. It was nice to hear the buzz of the mower and know that things are green and growing again.
Remember the flying fox eating our bananas last week? Well, I decided to catch him in the act. Brian and I were watching a movie on the laptop last night when we heard the loud thwap-thwap-thwap-thwap of our nocturnal friend flapping towards our fruit. I had my camera ready and quickly tiptoed downstairs to spy on him through a dirty basement window.
He (or she... or they?) has eaten more than a dozen of our bananas in the last few days. But if you have ever had the experience of having an entire rope of bananas ripen at the same time, you'll understand that we don't really begrudge him the fruit. We're hard pressed to eat them all ourselves!
Well, blog post is done. That means I need to capitalize on my no-longer-baby's remaining nap time to decorate her butterfly birthday cake. Until next week!