Amazing, how do they do it!
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Friday, February 23, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Isabelle's visit
Riding at Cooks River
Cooks River Ride
My sister and I got some early Christmas presents, new bikes!
Today we went on a bike ride along Cooks River.
We made a yummy picnic. I made peanut butter and jam sandwiches, my sister washed the fruit.
We put on some sunblock on our arms and legs.
Ready to ride!
The river is very dirty we feel sad about this.
Off we go again.
A map of the bike path.
Someone had a nasty crash! (ouch!)
Oh look a park.
THE TORNADO!(I fell off, ssh don't tell anyone.)
My little sister is very strong.
I can surf.
There are a lot of birds.
We love honking our horns under the tunnels.
This is a sacred ibis. Many people think they are pests but they are actually native birds whose habitat has been destroyed by humans so they have come to live in the city.
Filling up our water bottles because cycling is hard work.
This is my bike, his name is Slick.
This is where my great grandmother (Baba) is buried.
We eat our picnic at Baba's grave.
But all of the chocolate had melted. We ate it anyway, well licked it.
This is the Russian section.
We found some flowers and gave them to Baba
Some of the graves are broken. My sister thought that zombies come out from here at night.
Katia packs up the picnic.
We said goodbye to Baba and rode back home.
My sister and I got some early Christmas presents, new bikes!
Today we went on a bike ride along Cooks River.
We made a yummy picnic. I made peanut butter and jam sandwiches, my sister washed the fruit.
We put on some sunblock on our arms and legs.
Ready to ride!
The river is very dirty we feel sad about this.
Off we go again.
A map of the bike path.
Someone had a nasty crash! (ouch!)
Oh look a park.
THE TORNADO!(I fell off, ssh don't tell anyone.)
My little sister is very strong.
I can surf.
There are a lot of birds.
We love honking our horns under the tunnels.
This is a sacred ibis. Many people think they are pests but they are actually native birds whose habitat has been destroyed by humans so they have come to live in the city.
Filling up our water bottles because cycling is hard work.
This is my bike, his name is Slick.
This is where my great grandmother (Baba) is buried.
We eat our picnic at Baba's grave.
But all of the chocolate had melted. We ate it anyway, well licked it.
This is the Russian section.
We found some flowers and gave them to Baba
Some of the graves are broken. My sister thought that zombies come out from here at night.
Katia packs up the picnic.
We said goodbye to Baba and rode back home.
Looking for frogs
In my garden we have a natural swimming pool which has lots of reeds. It's a great place for frogs to live. My sister and I are looking for them. We are wearing camouflaged clothes so we don't scare the frogs away. In the end we couldn't find the frogs, they are really hard to find, we only heard them croaking.
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