Wellington in Color

Here are the rest of the (selected) pics from our little trip, in color now ... Look at how handsome my boys are and how they adore their father!

Wellington in the Summertime

 

 

As has become the 'norm' with my blogging of late, I am posting this a little late!

 

In January we went on a 10 day trip to my hometown of Wellington, New Zealand.

 

There's something about Wellington that I find hard to put into words. Maybe it's the feelings of nostalgia, maybe it's being there with my older brothers and their families, maybe it's the fact that so many of the places evoke many a childhood memory. Whatever it may be, I do love that place!

 

We have a habit of going back when the weather is not so pretty. If you know Wellington, that can sometimes be a good part of the year. There's a saying that you can't beat Wellington on a good day. The inference of that is the fact that those 'good days' are sometimes few and far between. But we went back in summer this time, and it was beautiful.

 

My older brothers have young children too so every day was spent doing things for the kids. We visited parks that I played at as a kid, play centres, pools, beaches and the like. Add to the mix the beautiful food that country delivers and you have the recipe for a perfect family holiday.

 

But if I was to pick one thing I loved the most, it would be the simple moments of sitting around the table and chatting with my siblings and our spouses. It's moments like those that remind me why I want a big family. That even though having a lot of children can be difficult at times, there is a bond between siblings that is hard for anyone to break. And I want my boys to have that for themselves.

 

Ps - Here are a few of my favourite pics from the trip. For some reason blogger is not allowing me to load more and I'm over it. I will load more tomorrow. Or maybe the next day :P

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Lucky One

Let me start by saying that four boys, four car seats, one pram, four bags of luggage and six carry-on's, isn't neccessarily a recipe for a relaxing plane trip!

 

Nevertheless, we have made it to Wellington! The place I called home until I was 15. The place that still feels like home now.

 

The boys absolutely loved being on an airplane and the look of excitement in Phoenix's eyes when the plane started off the runway is a memory I'll always cherish. Getting to the gate at Sydney airport however, not so great a memory. But as my husband pointed out to me - that's the reality of travelling with children!

 

Which brings me to the topic of that husband of mine. I really am the lucky one in this relationship. He brings an anchor and a calmness to our family that my wild temper always seems to get the better of. Walking to the boarding gate at Sydney airport with four kids under five was quite the ordeal, but made so much easier by the man who stands at my side. I truly made the best decision of my life when I chose to marry him for time and all eternity.

I think this picture says it all: