She also took some pictures, which I’m sharing here with permission and much glee.
Me and my little pork chop.
Keiki demonstrates one of his repertoire of goofy facial expressions.
Humuhumu drinks from a bowl as Keiki and I look on.
Humuhumu drinks banana milkshake (made by Daddy) with a straw. Mmmm.
Humuhumu lost the ability to speak every time M entered the room. Instead, she brought her things. When we went to the pub for an evening meal, Humuhumu spent most of the time painstakingly assembling a collection of leaves for her, a subset of which is shown above.
“I am masterminding a plan. A plan that will get me alllll the yoghurt.” -- Keiki
We took M to a nearby Country Fair, because if you’re going to visit rural Worcestershire you might as well have a properly agricultural experience. With locally brewed cider. And a “guess the weight of the pregnant pig” contest.
Humuhumu rode in on Daddy’s shoulders.
She soon found, however, that the optimal way to travel was by pony.
The pony owner complimented on her balance, although her helmet-wearing was judged to be a bit rakish.
Keiki discovered the joys of spicy samosas. (It was a really spicy samosa - I was somewhat shocked at how much he liked it.)
Humuhumu discovered the joys of the bouncy castle. It took her a little while to warm up to it, as there were a lot of bigger children running rampant between the bouncy castle and the giant inflatable slide. But once she got comfortable, there was no stopping her.
Falling out the door.
I AM EXCITE
And finally, because M was here during 4 July, which perhaps understandably is not quite as big a deal in Britain as it is in the United States, we had a Revolting Colonial Day barbecue. The bloke retaliated by inviting a bunch of Brits to come over and help celebrate. We may have been outnumbered, but I think we made up for it with attitude. :D
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