Dear Lola,

Holiday Challenge Number 1:  

Feed one walking, babbling, cheeky funster named Lola three meals a day, including an appetising morning and afternoon tea, whilst traveling around New Zealand at an incredible pace!

I must admit it took us a good week or so to get into the swing of things meal wise, working out how to offer enough variety, vitamins and minerals to assist in keeping you growing, full and smiling from ear to ear. 

I can happily report that coming into week four of this journey you are still very much alive and flourishing, & best of all meal time is looked forward to with eager, grubby hands & a wide open gob!

Strawberries, bananas (nanas to you), raisin bread & an absolute new favourite; a crunchy combo of pea, lentil & adzuki sprouts have been our saviours.

Tapas style eating is the key to your stomach, and that way if it’s not eaten it gets bagged up (thanks papa for packing an endless supply of seal lock bags) and eaten later.

On the lunch menu today – pea, lentil & adzuki sprouts, olives, a falafel pattie, colby cheese & corn kernals fresh of the cob - (although I soon learnt you like them fresh ON the cob, as you grabbed mine before I could get my own hands on it)

getting my daily dose of vitamin c.

And yes Lola, we have discovered you’re a completely normal kid as holidays wouldn’t be holidays without maccas french fries, which you happily accept with a great big "ta mama!"

Your mama

Dear Lola,

You are mesmerised and stare in silence. 

You are not sure which one should be smelled or picked first.

You put your arms out and tumble backwards as you know they’ll catch you.

 

  

For the past fifteen days we have been surrounded by never ending fields of gold and this makes us very happy.

 Your mama x

Dear Lola, 

For your papa -  Happy Two Years

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and greeen
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me when the cold winds blow

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

Your mama

Dear Lola,

The three of us have fallen deeply in love.

 With a little place they call New Zealand...

Your mama x