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Week 17

Before it's time to post about Week 18, let me quickly think back to some moments from the week before, at the very start of November:

Well, firstly, we realised that it was November and that the year was speeding on. Funny how, these South African kids (and their parents) start feeling the year-end slump even though we're away. J has a 2018 countdown calendar in almost every room!



The kids have also opened up a play shop.  Check out the price of Creme Soda...Must be the import tax! Without them realising it (quickly), Mom enjoyed shopping up a storm the other day, so that they could practise their addition and subtraction!


Halloween everywhere finally went away... and now everything is Christmas-sy plus the last of pumpkins, apple cider and spice overload.  (Even if I wasn't a Festive Season enthusiast, I'd be so happy for this.) I've noticed that some homes have put up trees already "...because one month just isn't enough!"


For a change, we didn't see a single fireworks display this 5 November - which is strange for us, because we are usually parked up on a hill in Camps Bay or on the beachfront in Milnerton with a bus full of family, all straining to see the colourful lights from the same few misted up passenger windows on the good side! To be fair, we had just missed the USA's 5 July celebration before we arrived, so it's not like they don't do it at all. This is definitely turning into the year of new date associations with freshly made memories.

With all 3 kids back in the home for bedtime since Pa's return, we thought that they would spread out to their respective bed/rooms. I mean, what luxury! While Baby likes the idea of sleeping in her own big bed, she just can't bring herself to do it at night and the older two simply gravitate towards each other at bedtime. I am quite excited to see how much reading is getting done - especially in this cold weather. J finally finished Benjamin West and his Cat Grimalkin - woohoo! I don't think their Dad cares much who's at the head and who's at the toes...as long as they're all at home. 




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