Fireworks and family

We braved the crowds on Guy Fawkes night to check the Wellington fireworks display. Iris was bundled up in the backpack, Phoebe in the frontpack and off we went. After a few seconds of uncertainty, Iris decided the fireworks were really cool. Phoebe was mesmerised from the start and neither of them seemed phased by the loud bangs or the crowds of people.
The following day, we headed back into town to catch up with Marie and Eileen, Sarah's aunts and Iris and Phoebe's great [fantastic!] aunts. Iris had a wonderful time walking from Civic Square to Cuba Mall, despite having to be dragged out of the shoe shop. We spent a pleasant afternoon in Murphy's Bar, having a good old catch up

Eileen and Phoebe get acquainted...

...as do Marie and Phoebe.

















Eileen and Iris share a secret.


Phoebe has been loving her cousin Frank's swing (thanks for the loan, Frank!) Here you can see her sunbathing on one of the few fine days November has given us so far.

Iris is turning into quite a little Imelda Marcos, with a penchant for shoes, shoes and more shoes! Here, she models the latest in breakfast fashion in Titahi Bay.