Sherry fell in the bathroom last night, re-injuring her knee despite wearing the brace, and it was throbbing pretty hard today. Although she did take Ro to Drury Park again early this morning, Mark tried to take him off her hands for most of the day. Sherry's best friend has become a frozen water bottle that she's managed to mold to her knee. The Oceania cruise ship Nautica was in port today, but with only 777 passengers the bulge in the usual weekend crowds was hardly noticeable.
BurgerFuel in bed, a glass-bottle Coke, and plenty of hugs. Life could be worse!
Mark finally convinced Ro to come to the beach with him, after some "firm but gentle persuasion." Ronan, like all human beings, is ruled by the law of inertia, and sometimes requires another force vector applied to keep him from staying in the apartment all day bouncing off the walls and eating us out of Ben 10 yogurt, which comes in such nutritious flavors as chocolate, caramel, and cola (his favorite).
Ro loves to hear the crash of the rubbish four stories down
With our time in NZ winding down, we're fast becoming aware that to live just a few blocks from such a beautiful location in America, we'd need to win the lottery, so we're trying to enjoy it as much as we can before we leave. Ro and Mark stayed at the beach all afternoon, digging holes, jumping waves, and just vegetating, which is what Sherry finally got a chance to do in peace on the sofa. Ro was scared out of the water more than once when Mark would spot the occasional jellyfish. Not to worry, though, the ones around here aren't deadly like the ones in Australia. In fact, why anyone would get in the water in Australia is mystifying to us. If the jellyfish don't kill you, the great white sharks or huge salt-water crocodiles will! New Zealand's most dangerous aquatic animal would have to be an orca that you somehow managed to anger, but all the ones that come into Pilot Bay seem pretty well-behaved.
King of the Beach
Happy as a clam
"Warm" is relative
Ro devoured by the Main Beach
Waiting for waves on the mirror-like sand
If you look hard enough, you can see Hawaii!
Mark finally pried Ro off the beach around dinnertime...again, inertia. They came home to find Sherry cooking some pasta, steamed broccoli, and fresh corn on the cob, with filet mignon for Mark...mmmm. Ro washed the sand off in the tub, leaving the whole bathroom looking like his own private beach. We fired up Ro's new mp3 player that he got from grandparents Randy & Martha; he really enjoyed recording his own voice and playing it back to himself.
I'm cold, daddy!
Wait up, Ro!
His Master's Voice
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