Kiwi kids, along with a lot of the rest of the population, are gripped with Soccer Fever since New Zealand’s soccer team, The All Whites did so incredibly well in the Football World Cup. I know we are all supposed to call soccer 'football' these days but you know how old habits die hard.
Yesterday afternoon the three girls and Georgia’s Best Friend Ever, Archer arrived at my house in search of muffins. There weren’t enough left from the batch baked on Wednesday so Krystal set to work to make some more.
The other three, after a bit of an argument, finally agreed they would make something for me first and then they would play soccer. Armed with cellotape they headed out to the paddock at the back of the house with instructions to me not to look.
Well, nothing whets my appetite more than to be told to not look, so I grabbed the camera I am learning to use. I don’t like everything about it but I do love it’s zoom. Without being detected I took photos out of the bathroom window.
Deep thought was required at the planning stage:
Archer looks to be giving the measurements:
Love it when they co-operate:
Krystal didn’t want to go far from the oven (she knows I probably won’t hear the timer when it goes off!) and draws quietly at the dining room table.
Their timing was just about perfect, the gift was completed at the same time as the muffins finished baking, so the soccer game could commence.
Their father’s little cattle pup (Beau) was keen to join in the fun. He’s adorable, so fat and fluffy.
Shayde declares a foul after being tripped by Beau.
Time for team tactics - Archer is distracted by the media:
Beau decides he’s not ready for the World Cup just yet and comes to sit it out with the press.