When I got asked to write a story about biking I thought … ‘What makes me qualified to write a story? I’m no big shot racer. I don’t have a
Last week Daisy and I went on a short bush walk with some of the beautiful tamariki from her Kohanga. A kereru flew overhead and landed on a spindly branch high above. On landing, a gust of wind swept through the canopy and the kereru, gripping the branch, was tossed about. The tamariki swayed in time with the bird and watched in awe. "Woooooah, woooooah, wooooah" they chanted with every gust, willing the kereru to kia kaha and not let go! The tamariki didn't want to stop watching the kereru.
Four months has passed since our wee girl, Daisy, wriggled her way into the world. It was quite a long journey full of adventure. Overcome with curiosity, she went sight-seeing on her way out, getting herself a little lost before eventually emerging some 2 1/2 days after her journey began. Some wonderful people helped her on her journey.
Now I've never felt the belly of a pot-bellied MAMIL but I have recently come to imagine it might be something like having a baby bump. Just a few weeks ago I was riding home from work, struggling up a steep hill with my thighs digging into my preggy belly and thinking, is this how a pot-bellied MAMIL feels?