I know that's probably not your normal statement during Christmas, but that's what I heard on Christmas here. We spent our holiday in Rotorua again. We drove down on Friday afternoon. Saturday morning we woke up with the kids ready to see their stockings. Emily (7), Grace (3), Orrin (1). We opened the stockings and gifts there, and Anna made us a fabulous breakfast. We then lunched at her mom's house with more gift unwrapping. After an afternoon nap, we all piled in to go the farm of Anna's brother for a BBQ. While he and his wife finished the milking there was a huge nerf gun fight. Everyone was involved (other than grandma who was busy inside). Em was the one who yelled, "Uncle Jeremy, I'm going to kill you!" It was amusing to watch everyone run around shooting each other hiding around cars and jumping into paddock to find darts.
On Sunday, we had a nice walk on a boardwalk watching black swans. We then went to Jer's favorite restaurant Cafe Ephesus. After several meltdowns by this point another nap was needed. I made some risotto for dinner and we just hung out around the house.
Monday we packed up and I drove Jer to Lake Karapiro so he could camp. He will be back on Thursday.
