It's the 7th of December and the seasonal festivities have begun. On Friday afternoon, the girls met Santa. I know - that's what I said. He visited them at Wattle Lane, the childcare centre they go to twice a week, at their Christmas party. Somehow Santa knew exactly which books they both wanted and produced them from his sack in return for applause and large beaming smiles. They were only able to stay at the party for an hour because we were going camping the same afternoon. That and because despite being an egg and nut-free centre that specialises in healthy food, come party time all bets are off and parents are called on to contribute party food. Lollies, chips, cheese 'products' and all manner of crappy foods are laid out for the kids to ingest. The thought of the two of them, in the car for 2 hours, with tummies full of E numbers sent shivers down our collective spine, so once Santa had finished handing out the gifts we squashed Scarlett and Florence into the car around pillows, sleeping bags, mattresses and the tent and headed south to Kiama for the weekend. It's amazing how little you need to take camping. I think on this trip we left the kitchen sink at home, intact. We hooked up with our friends Zoe and Paul, and their brood Sam and Bronte, just in time for the kids to go mental and the beer to be chilled. On Saturday, the weather was a little too glorious, resulting in a touch of sunburn for everyone, the surf was perfect and the campsite pool proved a great alternative when the wind on the beach picked up. Rob only had to re-pitch the tent once and Florence only woke at 5am on the first morning (!). Yes, our tent is light isn't it? Apart from all feeling utterly exhausted today, we have just managed an early dinner out at the local Italian with only two drink spills. Merry Christmas. xx
It's the 7th of December and the seasonal festivities have begun. On Friday afternoon, the girls met Santa. I know - that's what I said. He visited them at Wattle Lane, the childcare centre they go to twice a week, at their Christmas party. Somehow Santa knew exactly which books they both wanted and produced them from his sack in return for applause and large beaming smiles. They were only able to stay at the party for an hour because we were going camping the same afternoon. That and because despite being an egg and nut-free centre that specialises in healthy food, come party time all bets are off and parents are called on to contribute party food. Lollies, chips, cheese 'products' and all manner of crappy foods are laid out for the kids to ingest. The thought of the two of them, in the car for 2 hours, with tummies full of E numbers sent shivers down our collective spine, so once Santa had finished handing out the gifts we squashed Scarlett and Florence into the car around pillows, sleeping bags, mattresses and the tent and headed south to Kiama for the weekend. It's amazing how little you need to take camping. I think on this trip we left the kitchen sink at home, intact. We hooked up with our friends Zoe and Paul, and their brood Sam and Bronte, just in time for the kids to go mental and the beer to be chilled. On Saturday, the weather was a little too glorious, resulting in a touch of sunburn for everyone, the surf was perfect and the campsite pool proved a great alternative when the wind on the beach picked up. Rob only had to re-pitch the tent once and Florence only woke at 5am on the first morning (!). Yes, our tent is light isn't it? Apart from all feeling utterly exhausted today, we have just managed an early dinner out at the local Italian with only two drink spills. Merry Christmas. xx
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