Emma en Piet - februari 2011

Piet icecream Piet icecream Volvo with camper trailer

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The Melbourne zoo
One of our christmas presents was a one year family ticket for the zoos in and around Melbourne. The first time we used it, was on a visit to the Melbourne zoo on Tuesday 1st Feb. We wandered around as usual. Emma was interested in the monkeys and baby elephants. Piet was equally interested, but wasn't captured on the camera. We had an icecream, which Piet managed to eat with less mess than Emma. On the way back home, we had to stop in traffic and got hit by a car behind us. The kids in the back of the car woke up, but went back to sleep after a few minutes. We drove home, but as the chassis had been bent on impact, the car was a write-off. For the weekend away, we had to rely on our Volvo. We transferred the child seats and got a tow bar back onto it and it was ready to tow our 'new' camper trailer to the Wilson's prom national park on Friday.

Camping trip
digging The camper trailer had been used by Sarah's family in the second half of the 1980s and had been in caring storage ever since. It was checked during our trip to Bendoc and we took it home to Melbourne. It had already been used during our trip to Balnarring (see previous month), but that was in a backyard and did not really 'count'. This time, the camping was real. The campsite Tidal River is located in the national park Wilson's Prom. Rain had been predicted for the weekend, but most of it fell in Melbourne. This delayed our friends who set off a few hours after us, as they ran into flooded highways. The rain also flooded the house of the third family that had intended to camp with us, but obviously had to cancel.

We started the Saturday with unwrapping Piet's presents, as it was his third birthday. He had been looking forward to his birthday for days and had even spotted his cake the day before during packing. At least he correctly identified it as Thomas (the tank engine), so mum's efforts weren't in vain. But we couldn't have cake for breakfast, despite his requests, so we went for a walk on the beach nearby. We jumped around, sat on dad's arm, had a chat, played on the rocks and in the water and finally got digging.

blow the candles Thomas cake

Then it was time for cake! We jointly blew out the candles, had our piece and ate it, and started playing with Piet's presents. The batting set worked well. Piet could hit the ball, contemplate his next move, convince Emma to collect the ball and put it back on the set, and accept that Emma finally could have her turn as well.

Piet's first 'real' bike
bike His main present was a real bike with pedals - just like mum and dad. As he had been comfortably taking his balance bike on walks since July, dad decided not to put on the training wheels. This meant he would spend a fair part of the camping weekend helping Piet with his bike, which is still a bit on the large side. Fortunately, the campsite was much flatter than our backyard. After a day of practice, dad would still need to help Piet onto his bike, but after a little push he would ride off himself and confidently cycle in straight lines as long as dad was not too far off. Occasionally he would manage a turn and then come back from the other end of the road.

The next day we woke up in a drizzle. Fortunately, one of Piet's presents was an Australian animal puzzle, which allowed us to kill the first hour of the day. The weather was fine the rest of the day, bar the odd shower, and we went for a walk along the tidal river nearby. Near a rock formation that resembles the mouth of a whale, the kids had a great time throwing mud into the water.

whale

Piet's letter to opa
One day, after a walk with mum and Emma, he wrote this letter to his grandparents.

Dear opa
What was that thing on the ground?
What was the man at number 24 doing?
What do dragonflies eat?

Dear oma
Can I have some blackberries please?
Grannybunts can find, mama can't find!

Lots of love,
Piet

A little explanation!
Walking home from the nursery, Piet had a number of questions his mum couldn't answer and opa has become the font of all knowledge. Whenever mum says: 'I don't know' or 'I'm not sure' Piet promptly replies 'we need to ask opa'. So after our walk, mum suggested to write a letter and Piet thought that was a good idea. Here are the conversations the questions regard:

Mum: Piet don't touch that!
Piet: What is it?
Mum: I don't know, but it looks yucky!
Piet: Need to ask opa.

A loud leafblower type noise is coming from a house.
Piet: What is he doing?
Mum (who is about 10 meters ahead and can't see what Piet is pointing at and, it being 30 degrees Celcius and pushing Emma in the pram uphill, has no desire to go back and look): I don't know.
Piet: Need to ask opa.

We find some blackberry bushes and mum picks some blackberries for Piet and Emma. The next 10 minutes walking sound something like this:

Piet: I want more blackberries.
Mum: Well, we need to find more blackberry bushes.

proudly joins Piet

Eventually one street away from home on Mays Road, Piet says: 'There is one'. He is in fact correct and mum is very impressed that he spotted it. But it and the subsequent bush are very small and don't have berries. Shortly after the last small blackberry plant:

Piet: What is that?
Mum: A dragonfly.
Piet: What is he doing?
Mum: I don't know. Maybe he is eating something, but I don't know what dragonflies eat.
Piet (you guessed it): Need to ask opa.
Mum: Yes, we need to ask opa. Should we write him a letter?
Piet: Yes ... (pause) ... and grannybunts?
Mum: Yes, we can write to grannybunts too.
Piet: Need to ask grannybunts for blackberries. Grannybunts can find. Mama can't find.

In our living room, the kids enjoyed playing in Piet's castle tent, a present for his birthday. Less than a week later, it was mum's turn to be spoiled. Piet and Emma assisted in unwrapping the earrings. Emma observed Piet helping blow out the candles on the bakery cake. As the schoolterm has started and Emma has stopped going to nursery on Fridays, she now proudly joins Piet to Soccer Time Kids on Friday mornings.

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