Today's been the one of the coldest days we've ever had since we've been in Claremont. Around midday, it was about 15 degrees Celsius. The hardest thing is probably waking up in our nice warm bedrooms, heated by our portable heater, and then having to walk out into the cold, cold hall, so that we can turn the heating on for it. It is quite a shock to the system.
But ah, forward planning. Before going to bed last night, I had turned on the slow cooker to cook porridge overnight. This morning, the smell of the chok was, well, quite heartwarming. K and I had a good breakfast; the kids refused it all! The foolishness of youth.
Here's E modelling a hairclip sent all the way from Kong-kong and Ah-Ma in Singapore.
This is E's favourite thing to do at the playground in church. Today, I caught her screaming at a bigger and older girl, who had the audacity to want a go at the hoops. She has yet to learn to take on someone her own size.
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Have fun picking out your tree. We have had real Christmas tress every year since we move to Canada, and it's so nice. We are passing on a real tree this year though, because a real tree and a crawling ten month old don't go well together. And can we trade our -33 for your +15? (is that in farenheit or celsius?)
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