I don't like the B&W one so much, but I really do like the colour one:
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The little horn blower
Well, it's actually the empty cardboard tube from a roll of wrapping paper:
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A day out with team Fabio. Oops, I mean... Team Bornholdt.
We had a lovely afternoon in Stanley with Gavin and Diane Bornholdt - parents of Carl, who used to flat with Katy and Rachel back in Wellington. It was a scorcher of a day, so we busted out the Blue Machine of Awesomeness (our car) and headed over to Stanley for a spot of lunch and shopping. It was absolutely lovely catching up with Gavin and Diane on their first stopover - the start of a trip that sees them heading to Europe tomorrow and then on to Chicago in a few weeks (where Carl and Lindsey live). Unsurprisingly I took a few photos throughout the afternoon. George was quite enjoying having some new faces around:
A collection of weekend photos
Bunky's just gearing up to go and meet the Fabio parentals (aka Gavin and Diane Bornholdt) this afternoon, but his personal paparazzo took a few photos of him yesterday. He was sitting on his mother's knee for this one, and looked ludicrously happy to be there:
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Then a few from the morning playtime with daddy - one of them demonstrating why extreme closeups are not a good idea with Mr "If I can reach it, then it goes in my mouth" Bunkypants:
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And finally one of him and his mummy showing off his new duds. His Wednesday baby group meetup was in Stanley, where you can get great bargains on factory seconds. In the following photo, his lordship is modelling a GAP shirt, and some stripey shorts (I am ashamed to admit that I don't know which label produced them, but I'm sure Rachel will let me know as soon as she reads this):
Blueberries by osmosis | A lovely sunset
The clear weather has led to some lovely sunsets this week - we had another tonight, this time featuring superweirdcloud:
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This morning Bunky had blueberries with his gourmet porridge - blueberries are kind of messy, meaning that George took every opportunity to smear it on his onesie, his cheeks, his forehead - pretty much everywhere except for his mouth. Ok, a fair bit did actually get into his mouth, but looking at the photos, you'd be forgiven for wondering whether he actually managed to swallow any of it:
A few photos from bathtime tonight
...and a random one that was on the memory card from this morning. The view from our spare room (looking out over Lamma Island). That's Ben in the foreground:
Sometimes, he just doesn't play the game
Like in this one - he refused to give me any sort of normal look:
Although this one from a few weeks ago is cute - I only just got around to fixing it up:
DJ Bunky
Don't worry Rachel - they weren't plugged in. George saw them coming out of my bag and wanted to investigate. So I let him put them on. Then he wanted to eat them, so I made him take them off.
A solemn look for playtime with Daddy...
To be fair, he was waiting rather anxiously for his breakfast...
Boy in the bath, sunset from the lounge
