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Humuhumu and the picspam

This weekend, we had confirmation that Humuhumu now has medium-term memory capacity.

We make regular visits to our local National Trust property. It has lovely gardens, including a vegetable garden where you can buy interesting produce, lots of walking trails, a pretty tea room and a cute playground.

It also has a motorised buggy to take people who are disabled (and/or burdened with small children and their accoutrements) between the entrance to the grounds and the stately home.

Humuhumu thinks this is a “bus”. She loves buses more than any other form of transport. We have several toy buses at home, including a big wooden double-decker with wooden peg “peoples”.

On her last visit to the NT property with her daddy five or six weeks ago, she got to ride on the “bus” on their way back to the car park. We didn’t think anything of this until we were about to leave after the visit this weekend, when she stopped bibbling along the path in front of the stately home, tilted her head at us, and politely enquired, “Bus?”

The bus wasn’t there. We told her that the bus was probably taking other people who needed it somewhere else. Disappointed, she carried on toward the car park. We were three quarters of the way there when suddenly the “bus” appeared, traveling in the opposite direction. Humuhumu greeted it with such happy cries of, “BUS! Oh, BUS!” that, er, we had to walk all the way back so we could catch the bus.

The nice chap driving the “bus” didn’t just take us from the house to the car park. He gave us a turn around the grounds. Humuhumu had a huge smile on her face the whole time. “Ridin’ da bus,” she informed us proudly at intervals.

And now, a picspam from an assortment of recent weekends.

Humuhumu doing her best “....Please?” face.

Humuhumu peering out the back door: now possible with the aid of “my step”.

Humuhumu drawing at the pub with the assistance of Cousin and Uncle.

Humuhumu grins at Cousin from the protective shelter of Uncle’s arm.

Humuhumu in the bath with Cousin.

Keiki in Cousin’s arms.

Keiki dreaming milky dreams.

Morning faces: Keiki regards the bloke whilst Humuhumu squeaks elephant.

Morning faces: Bloke, Humuhumu and Keiki.

Humuhumu doing her best “....Please?” face.

Bloke and Humuhumu regard two huge Ai Wei Wei urns at Blenheim Palace.

Running around the formal gardens at Blenheim Palace.

Humuhumu getting as close as possible without touching an Ai Wei Wei sculpture at Blenheim Palace.

Humuhumu stands looking thoughtfully into the distance next to the Ai Wei Wei sculpture at Blenheim Palace.

Hello, Big Blue Onion sculpture.

Goodbye, Big Blue Onion sculpture.

“Please, sir, may I have another?”

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