Lately Aisha has started calling me Josh instead of daddy, much like I (and all my siblings and nephews/nieces) call my father Keith. Weird, I wonder of it's a genetic trait. Also, without the Spanish influence (and meeting more English-speaking people), her English is coming along in leaps and bounds. She hardly spoke any English 3 months ago. Lucas has also improved.
Tomorrow is the day we finally get to pick up our campervan. We spent the afternoon planning our route round the South island (better late than never). We'd better book the campsites - both for Easter and Anzac weekend.