wan and wanda

Timothy struggles with making the soft 'g' sound like in Gran and Grand-da, so he calls Jenny and Neville Wan and Wanda. He loves having them here and is basking in all the love and attention.

world cup fever

While everyone else is complaining about the noise, we're celebrating the arrival of our very own vuvuzela. Paul's parents are here from Cape Town for a month and brought this for Timothy. It's difficult to make a noise with it. Paul's managed to master it, something the whole neighborhood must know by now. Jenny, my mother-in-law, told us that the tourists were boarding airplanes with five or six of these to give as gifts back home, all over the world. And remember, after South Africans, Americans have purchased the most World Cup tickets. Methinks the vuvuzela is here to stay.

marshmellows

At the cabin, we roast marshmallows when we have a fire. When Timothy watched Paul build the fire for the braai, he asked if he could have some marshmallows, so we roasted a few. I like the light in these pictures.