Omi’s heads home

We spent the day before Omi flew home (last Saturday) at Hagley Park enjoying an unseasonably warm day in the town.  Omi and Naomi took a leisurely ride in a punt boat on the Avon river, dodging (and sometimes hitting) the erratic kayakers.  Jeremiah, Milo and I paddled one of these kayaks, and mostly avoided collisions.  It was such a nice day that the river was fairly strewn with boats.

We spent the day before Omi flew home (last Saturday) at Hagley Park enjoying an unseasonably warm day in the town. Omi and Naomi took a leisurely ride in a punt boat on the Avon river, dodging (and sometimes hitting) the erratic kayakers. Jeremiah, Milo and I paddled one of these kayaks, adding our bit to the river traffic. It was such a nice day that the river was fairly strewn with boats.  Soak up the sun, Omi–re-entry into Chicago winter will be rough.

Omi treated us all to ice cream in the park.  November is "Movember" in NZ, and somehow that means that men grow silly facial hair in honor of prostate cancer awareness.  Milo joined in with his ice cream goatee.

Omi treated us all to ice cream in the park. November is “Movember” in NZ, and somehow that means that men grow silly facial hair in honor of prostate cancer awareness. Milo joined in with his ice cream goatee.

Aw!  Jeremiah's on daddy duty here while Milo, Omi and I were in the wading pool.

Aw! Jeremiah’s on daddy duty here while Milo, Omi and I were in the wading pool.

Thank you for visiting Omi!  We love you!

Thank you for visiting Omi! We love you!

 

 

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One thought on “Omi’s heads home

  1. What lovely photos…you are all such attractive people and of course Milo and Naomi are just beautiful…OK, Milo is a handsome little lad…Naomi is beautiful. 🙂
    Sounds like you all had a wonderful visit. Everyone will miss Omi…and she in turn will truly miss you.

    Your former neighbors miss you too. Several of us speak of you when we’re out and about. Little Molly, big sister of Jack, crawled under our fence a couple of weeks ago chasing her cats. A frustrated (and worried) daddy went through a gamut of emotions as he was looking for her but relieved when he heard her crying OWWW!!!! … she was caught in the pricker bushes on “your” side of the fence. She is an escape artist…and fast!

    In our part of the world (at least NYS) we call the growing of the facial hair for prostrate cancer awareness: No Shave November. Good on all of you guys.

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