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Liam went to yet another new school yesterday, and he adapted beautifully, he really is such an easy child.  When we first moved to Sydney he kept on asking us where all the Afrikaans people were, and he insisted on speaking Afrikaans only, because we are Afrikaans, so I was a bit terrified of taking Liam to the Gumnut Kindy yesterday. 

Well, I was mistaken, he fit right in and was a tad disappointed when I picked him up at the end of the day.  The teacher told me that they sang some songs from the Wiggles, we obviously have no idea, and Liam then proceeded to teach them all songs about South Africa. 

He really is such a lovely child, he makes friends easily and just takes life in his stride.  I am so proud of him.  He also sadly invited all twenty five kids in the class to his birthday party in June, so there goes the idea of something small and intimate.  Kid knows how to make friends.  

Luka and I had an enjoyable morning too, with Liam occupied and Gerhard still sick in bed, we went shopping and after that spent the morning baking some rusks.  This little girl really has gone from a little screamer to a dreamer in no time at all, she is a loving girl who likes nothing better than spending time with her little family, she laughs often and is just cute as a button with her one tooth. 

I also managed to go fir a run yesterday and enjoyed the time alone to clear my head, amazing the thoughts and ideas running through your head following something like packing up and moving halfway across the world.  

Today is a wet and rainy day, no idea what it has in store for us yet, all I know is that this time of having nothing to do will not last and before we know it we are all stressed out and working again, so I decided as life gave me some lemons, I am eating the friggen lemons and enjoying motherhood for as long as it lasts. 

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