Grandparents in the house!

They've arrived!  The picture I really wish I had was of the kids running up to them at the airport and giving them big hugs.  Skype seems to have done its job--the kids had no question as to who their grandparents are.

They’ve arrived! The picture I really wish I had was of the kids running up to them at the airport and giving them big hugs. Skype seems to have done its job–the kids had no question as to who their grandparents are.

No rest for the weary--we fed the Grands some lunch and trotted them out to the botanical gardens a public art display--Tangle.  Here are the kids in strikingly similar skeptical poses, wondering what this whole "tangle" thing is going to be about and if they're going to like it.

No rest for the weary–we fed the Grands some lunch and trotted them out to the botanical gardens a public art display–Tangle. Here are the kids in strikingly similar skeptical poses, wondering what this whole “tangle” thing is going to be about and if they’re going to like it.

Crazy, eh?  The idea is they give each kid a ball of stretchy yarn and let them loose to wind it around the poles or themselves or whatever.  At the end of each day the mess all gets shoved up to join the rest of the canopy, and the stage is set for new messy play.  The only trouble is the poles weren't up to the job of holding all that tension, and later that afternoon a few actually fell down, with several day's tangled string on top of the kids.  Not good, but since law suits about such things aren't done in NZ, it was no big deal to the organizers.

Crazy, eh? The idea is they give each kid a ball of stretchy yarn and let them loose to wind it around the poles or themselves or whatever. At the end of each day the mess all gets shoved up to join the rest of the canopy, and the stage is set for new messy play. The only trouble is the poles weren’t up to the job of holding all that tension, and later that afternoon a few actually fell down, with several day’s tangled string on top of the kids. Not good, but since law suits about such things aren’t done in NZ, it was no big deal to the organizers.

Our kiddos were tentative at first, but eventually got into the rhythm.

Our kiddos were tentative at first, but eventually got into the rhythm.  We left before it all fell down.

Here's Abi taking a snooze--jet lag lasted a couple days, but they did amazingly well.

Here’s Abi taking a snooze–jet lag lasted a couple days, but they did amazingly well.

Here's Omi trying to take a snooze, but the kids aren't cooperating with that plan.

Here’s Omi trying to take a snooze, but the kids aren’t cooperating with that plan.

One afternoon this week we went up to Victoria Park, on the Port Hills overlooking the city centre.  The big slide is always a hit.

One afternoon this week we went up to Victoria Park, on the Port Hills overlooking the city centre. The big slide is always a hit.

"Omi, you can't get me!"  We'll see about that, Mr. Milo. Omi's still pretty quick at a game of chase.

“Omi, you can’t get me!” We’ll see about that, Mr. Milo. Omi’s still pretty quick at a game of chase.

Abi even tried out the playground gear.  They've been right into kid zone these last few days--Abi is building lego with Milo, Naomi's getting books on Omi's lap, and they've shown off their tricks at the skate park.  The kids are eating up all the extra attention!

Abi even tried out the playground gear. They’ve been right into kid zone these last few days–Abi is building lego with Milo, Naomi is getting books on Omi’s lap, and they’ve both shown off their tricks at the skate park. The kids are eating up all the extra attention!

We’ve made it 5 years!

And no, that’s not our anniversary (we celebrated 10 years last July).  Milo turned 5 this week.

All you encouraging parents that say it only gets harder as they get older, Shush.  I don’t want to hear it.

I'm not sure how, but somehow we managed to avoid the full-blown kiddie birthday party until this year.  The five-year-old party invitations from classmates started to come hot and heavy some time last winter and we realized that at long last it was unavoidable.  We booked Playcentre for the big day, and prepared to go all out.  Well, "all out" is a relative term.  I stopped short of the goodie bags filled with junk plastic toys and candy, but we did invite the full contingent of littlies.  Thankfully some of their parents stayed to help!

I’m not sure how, but somehow we managed to avoid the full-blown kiddie birthday party until this year.  The five-year-old party invitations from classmates started to come hot and heavy some time last winter and we realized that at long last it was unavoidable. We booked Playcentre for the big day, and prepared to go all out. Well, “all out” is a relative term. I stopped short of the goodie bags filled with junk plastic toys and candy, but we did invite the full contingent of littlies. Here they are, ready to run through the obstacle course.

We had cake--albeit a small one--I missed grabbing a shot of the rest of the junk food, but it took us every evening the week before to create. Chocolate covered pretzels with sprinkles. Chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles. Chocolate covered marshmallows with sprinkles. Chocolate covered chocolate with sprinkles... Just kidding on that last one; they were chocolate covered cookies with M&M wheels and gummy bear drivers. Suffice it to say that we did our part to keep the sugar growers in business.

We had cake–albeit a small one–I missed grabbing a shot of the rest of the junk food, but it took us every evening the week before to create. Chocolate covered pretzels with sprinkles. Chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles. Chocolate covered marshmallows with sprinkles. Chocolate covered chocolate with sprinkles… Just kidding on that last one; they were chocolate covered cookies with M&M wheels and gummy bear drivers. Suffice it to say that we did our part to keep the sugar growers in business.

We dug for treasure in the sandbox, and Jeremiah applied "washable" pirate tatoos, which ended up being remarkably long-lasting (we're on week 2 for ours).

We dug for treasure in the sandbox, and Jeremiah applied “washable” pirate tattoos, which ended up being remarkably long-lasting (we’re on week 2 for ours).

We pelted water balloons at the target in the fort....

We pelted water balloons at the target in the fort….

Jeremiah was the target!

Jeremiah was the target!

We opened five year old dream-presents, including a water gun.

We opened five year old dream-presents, including a water gun….

....which we squirted!

….which we squirted!

We crashed down dozens of giant block towers, bowling them over at high bike speed.

We crashed down dozens of giant block towers, bowling them over at high bike speed.

We were very pleased with our fierceness.

We reveled in our fierceness.

Bike riding is even more fun with a balloon atop the helmet!

Bike riding is even more fun with a balloon atop the helmet!  And THANK YOU to our friends who stayed with their kids and helped us run the show–you were brilliant!

 

“You’re Not Coming to My Birthday Party!” shouted Milo later this week.  I forget what the offence was, but in his opinion it deserved the full measure of his 5-year-old wrath, and he pulled out the big-guns retort.  I laughed, thinking of all the parental effort that goes into a kid’s birthday party.  “Milo, if parents don’t come to the party, there IS NO PARTY.”  He scowled.  That reality is still lost on him.