Easter is hands down my second favourite holiday (second only to Christmas because presents!). When I say I ate my weight in treats over the weekend – I mean it! I’m not one of those girls who just has one piece of cake and then declares how much they have eaten – I eat the whole cake and then ask what’s for the next meal. Inspired by hygge I I made and ate cinnamon buns, Norwegian apple cake and Swedish meatballs all of which were delicious, not to mention a thousand hot cross buns and easter eggs – I don’t regret a single bite! But I may have to go for a couple of long walks this week :).
Apart from eating we had such a nice time just hanging out together. I don’t think Guy and I have spent so much time together having fun since the couple of weeks before Griffin was born and we were on holiday. We walked on the beach, read books together, visited his dad, had my parents round for afternoon tea, sat and chatted to Griffin as we sipped our coffee, and sampled Guy’s latest craft beer brew as we watched Broadchurch and 13 Reasons Why. Griffin was happy and relaxed most of the weekend and then on Monday we woke to rosy red cheeks, buckets of Apart from some unsettledness on Monday due to teething Griffin was pretty happy and relaxed all weekend. He even fell asleep completely on his own two nights in a row!! Hopefully it continues!
Something I really want to do now I have a family of my own is to celebrate holidays and special occasions; to commemorate them with delicious food, hanging out with friends and just having some fun. I want Griffin and his siblings to grow up really enjoying life and celebrating every day.
p.s Griffin got sick Easter Monday and has been out all week 😦 – hence the late post!
This time last year we were in Oaxaca, Mexico halfway through a Spanish language course, renting an apartment from a lovely family and eating all the tacos we could find. We were loving Oaxaca. Guy was training the local rugby team, I was volunteering at a local school, we were making some friends and just having so much fun. I still sometimes wonder if we shouldn’t have stayed on there instead of traveling down through Central America.
Fast forward a year and we’re back living in my parents place in the city we grew up in, 30 weeks pregnant, and with Spanish that only comes out after a couple of cervezas. Talk about a 180!
This year we celebrated it twice. On Saturday we went to a Mexfest event in downtown Auckland. It was a bit of a joke with a few stalls selling sugar skull vases and dresses, overpriced and unauthentic food trucks and one tiny stage with traditional dancing and singing. We only spent about half an hour inside and then wandered around the city soaking up the sunshine – something we haven’t done (in Auckland) for years! We found the most amazing thick cut fries which I mostly demolished, and then we found more fries and a burger just a few minutes later haha!
One of the reasons I love Auckland city – within a couple of minutes you can find yourself standing on the waterfront gazing at some mountains and feel like your miles away from a bustling metropolis.
On Monday (the actual day of the dead) we visited Guy’s mum, taking her flowers and food and we sat and talked with her for a while about all the exciting things that are happening. It was definitely bittersweet but we left feeling happy. We’d rather remember her and feel sad than not remember her at all.
Something Guy and I are trying to do more than ever these days is to live in the moment, really live in the moment – spontaneously and entirely. It’s easier said than done with all of life’s distractions (looking at you Olympics!) but we’re making an effort to seize the day. This weekend we had some unseasonably nice weather – it felt like late summer rather than late winter which got me all kinds of excited (I DO NOT like the cold!). So after our visit to the midwife we stopped by a grocery store to pick up some bread, cheese and olives and then drove up north to Wenderholm. It’s one of those places that we’ve driven past a million times but have never actually entered and explored. After scoffing everything (too fast to get a photo) we walked the perimeter track which was really pretty and had some gorgeous views of the ocean which made the steep climbs worth it.
It made me really excited thinking of all the walks we can take our little man on when he arrives. There’s something about being outdoors that I find so restorative and that’s something I want to pass onto my children along with an appreciation for the beauty of this world we live in and how lucky we are to be able to enjoy it.
We saw our first wood pigeons! They were huge and so pretty.