Up Mt Wellington.

Turns out the trick to getting my offspring to go out on a walk with me anywhere is to not tell them where we're going until the very last minute.

Big boy, as volcanic peak comes into view: Mum, are we going to walk up Mt Wellington?

Me: ding ding!

He groans loudly, and I hear a few cheers from the back of the car. Big girl is excited and it's our little man's absolute favourite volcanic peak. 

Not only do we make it up to carpark level (pedestrian access only, no cars allowed up anymore), with him leading the way, but we also make it to the summit. 

It is a beautiful day and we enjoy the breeze and play a few rounds of I Spy. We consult Google and learn about scoria rock and that the Mount's last eruption was 10,000 years ago.

We meet a dog owner whose dog has lost its ball and my helpful children decide to help look for the ball. The ball is found and the owner lets us pet her border collie and our big boy throws a ball for it.

We are learning heaps being home and together. Our big girl learned to tie her own shoelaces in two days and now ties bows on everything. Our big boy made breakfast for his siblings.. Wraps with melted butter and cheese. That's him holding plates of grilled cheese.. Plain grilled cheese that they eat like cheese is going out of fashion.

I'm exhausted at the end of each day, more so this week as the husband has taken on more work at school, but it's priceless watching these guys grow, play and fight together. Well, the fighting, I could do with less of. Heh.