Max’s birthday party went well. The rain held off (phew) and the trampoline got a good workout and kept the twelve four year olds we had at the party from over-running the place!
Here are some shots.
So much going on at the moment and I apologise for a lack of updates. Over the next few days I’ll tell you about what’s happening with the boys, what’s happening with us and all about my new job (the thing that’s been keeping me busy lately)
before all that though I’d like to wish my big four year old a happy birthday and cross my fingers that his party goes OK today – rain forecast, sheesh!
In the tradition of the last few years here is Max on each of his birthdays.
Christmas and New Year are gone for another year and I can, at last, take a breath.
Christmas day itself was manic with far too much driving involved and we are planning making some changes for next year (but are unsure what form they’ll take) In saying that the boys enjoyed themselves and got spoiled rotten by everyone again.
New Years was spent at home with just Vic and I and we celebrated the time with pizza and Bollinger 
There are a dozen or so photo’s form the last week in this Christmas Flickr album
Merry Christmas everyone from all of us here! Have a safe and enjoyable festive period and a great New Year
Marc, Vic, Max and Elliot
A man in Christchurch calls his son in Auckland two days before Christmas and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing.”
“What? Why, Dad?” the son asks.
“After 40 years we can’t stand the sight of each other. It’s over. I’m moving out tomorrow,” the father says. “I’m sick of talking about this – you call your sister in Dunedin and tell her.”
The old man hangs up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who is upset at the news. “They can’t get divorced,” she says, “I’ll talk to them.”
She calls her father, “You can’t get a divorce, Dad. You and Mum have been so happy together. At least don’t make a decision until I get there. We’ll both be there by tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing.”
She hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “they’re coming for Christmas and paying their own way.”
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