Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Perfect Day

Last Sunday was a perfect day. So were the few that preceded it. We got up when Max got us up; we went to the swimming pool nice and early as the sun came up over the harbor; and then we went to Capers, one of our favorite breakfast spots, for a proper breakfast. Perfect. And then home for a nap. I can't think of a better way of spending a Sunday. We only have another four days before we can do it all over again.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

I Can See A Rainbow

A couple of mornings ago, we woke up to the strangest sky. It was as if it was lit by an artificial light -- cloudy and sunny at the same time. New Zealand skies always seem to produce some truly magnificent rainbows and not long afterward we saw a huge, complete uninterrupted rainbow stretching from one side of the valley to the other, arcing across the sky and ending somewhere over the ocean, out of our sight. Max was not as impressed as we were. He assumes, I think, that if he sees something once he'll have lots of chances to see it again. Seven-month-olds! We tried to convince him that this isn't something you get to see every day. He was interested mostly in other things. He has a toy moose with chewable ears. He's chewing on it as I type this. Rainbows are less interesting than chewable moooses. Emeline, on the other hand, had to be restrained from driving to the little white house on the other side of the hill and demanding to see the pots of gold.