So, we celebrated the year thing. It feels weird, just being one year. So much has changed… I now live in Auckland, the kidlet now demands to snuggle in between us in the morning, and I bitch at Dion instead of Gaz and Jute. heh.
The Boy did good and whisked me away to Te Aroha for a mineral spa. Then we drank bubbles in the park across the road and staged the world’s most ridiculous alcohol-influenced photo shoot. Actually, probably more influenced by the fact that we looked terrible in all photos. When unphotogenic, pull faces. Works a treat. I just don’t think we’re that cut out for the serious type shot anyway.
And that’s just how I like it.