Central

Last weekend, we loaded our little nuclear family into our car and drove three hours west, into the dry scrub and the mountains and valleys of Central Otago. Wine and fruit country. Last year, before Max was even much of an idea, we went to Queenstown and, on the way we stumbled on the Clyde Wine and Food Festival. You get your own wine glass as you enter and you make your way around the stalls, tasting wine after wine until they all start to taste similar but you don't care because you're happy.

This year we thought we'd take Max along too. We stayed in a hotel for the first time with him ... I think he slept better than he does at home. We had a great time -- tasted a lot of wine and bought apples, pears, quinces, and dried fruit to bring home -- and we can't wait to get out there again.

Here are some photos from the trip. My favorite is the one of Max and Emeline by a statue in Lawrence, on the way. We really just stopped to use the public bathrooms and this statue was outside. We now know Max really likes statues.

Our Littlest World Traveler

Skilled migrant. Work to residence. FBI fingerprints. Criminal record. Permanent resident.

We've been plowing through applications to become Permanent Residents of New Zealand. This means that we'll be able to have access to the national health care, subsidies (like child care subsidies) and be able to apply for credit cards and financing. We'll also be able to travel in and out of New Zealand as we please, without visas, as long as we live.

We thought of applying almost a year ago, but the application fee was a little too steep for us. Now that we've decided to take the leap, we have another little member of our family to add to the application. But we need a few things for Max in order to apply. One being a passport.

We're world travelers, me and Chris, and so why shouldn't Max? I've tried to take a passport photo of him, but he's not very good at staying still for the photo. You can tell me which one you like the best:

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