Kite flying

On Sunday we went out to St Pauls to try fly the kite. Unfortunately not much wind, but the kite did get up quite high even on just the slight breezes, but we had to do a lot of running! So it will work well in windier conditions. We found ourselves on the playing field of the St Pauls Middle School for this kite-flying, which was ideal because the boys could jump on a trampoline, swing, or play on the jungle gym while we played with their new toy. Church in the evening - again, a good message for the New Year, Nick encouraging the congregation to read their bibles more and get to grips with what it says. Yesterday, Monday, was a public holiday (AGAIN), so of course shops were still closed. I had a lazy morning, while Nick was back in his study, despite that it is supposed to be his day off and it was a holiday, but he has a lot of prep to do this week. The boys set up an elaborate game of “camp camp man car camp” in their room, just with little toys from the “stuff” box – the stuff box is a 5-litre ice-cream tub filled with miscellaneous bits and pieces, including men, chairs, macdonalds toys and so on. So they set up a camp site and I was invited to play. My man asked Caleb’s man to tell me about Jesus, and the result was very interesting. They did it again today, and Aaron decided that his man would have a turn at preaching, but his man just shouted a lot and sang a bit. Then, at 4 pm, we went to Emma and Guy for a braai. When I first suggested a braai, Emma sort of hesitated and looked a bit blank but agreed anyway. I realized then that she hadn’t a clue what I was talking about! A barbeque, I should have said. Well, it was very nice. Nick and Guy chatted about all sorts of stuff, and of course Emma and I can always talk, but the kids did need some help playing together. After supper, and when it was dark, around 7 pm, they put on a DVD for the kids and us grownups had a game of Scrabble. We only got home at half nine, which is why the boys were in bed so late. Aaron woke up at 7 this morning, and Caleb at half seven.

The boys rode bikes a bit in the schoolroom this morning. I’ve just been into their room to check on them because I could hear they aren’t sleeping, and noticed a box covered with blankets on Caleb’s bed. I went to remove it, and both boys said, “no, no, the baby’s dead, that’s its grave.” They had put a teddy in a big box and buried it. What will they do next?