The weekend brought with it the first indicator of Spring in Hong Kong: thick fog. Where we live visibility was down to a few metres at best, and that was just in the apartment. Couldn't see anything outside at all. Which was just as well given it was raining. Which meant Saturday consisted of repeated trips to the indoor kids playroom, which is mankind's best way to give yourself a headache. Confine 20 kids of varying ages into two rooms with various means of destruction masquerading as toys and a relaxing time it isn't. We recovered with a light evening of Mystic River (good acting but a plot that lacked sense in several key areas, like the middle and end) and Dan Ryan's (motto: "We making frying fun").

Sunday was better. The fog lifted and a full day of inactivity was planned. And so it was to be. In a stroke of genius we avoided the indoor playroom by instead inviting several families with kdis to our place. We are still trying to find the floor beneath the layers of Barbie, cars and blocks.

The real highlight was PB. The humidity has turned her curls into tight ringlets, making her look even more angelic. She also uttered her first complete sentence on Saturday: "Mummy eat apple". Despite it being a pear, the borken verb and incorrect tense, the basics are there. We were lucky she uttered the phrase at all, given she was also eating a pear at the time. But it counts. Yes, another genius in the making.