The Beach…

Today is 39deg Celcius and, as Jonathon Richman says, “The Beach be one of the Best things we Got”.

Myself, Zoe and Daisy. We have a routine happening this Summer. Hit Sommers Beach by 9.30am. Swim, play, chill. Then wander up the trail to Sommers Cafe for a milkshake and cheese sandwiches. Ah… Summer!

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Tin can and a stick

We just received a couple of presents for Z and D. Bouncy ride on balls. You know the ones.

Bounce, bounce.

The kids think they are a hoot.

Bounce, bounce.

Infact one the first things Zoe did was try to bounce down the back stairs.

Bounce, bonk…

It made a Hippy Dad a little proud that they spent as much time playing with the boxes the balls came in, as they did Bouncing.

Zoe. King of the World.

Zoe, aged 4, sings ‘King of the World’ by First Aid Kit, whilst doing some painting with her sister, Daisy.

She told me today her favourite songs were this one, Driving on 9 (the Breeders) and Jamaica Farewell.

We have a small window in their kooky little lives where we can push some tunes at them.

Tee he…

NYE 2012

A few friends camping in the Backyard for a few days. Each day drifting nicely into the next.

Your predictable White Bread BBQ as a tasty bookend to each day.

The Family Picnic at the aptly named, Devils Bend Reservoir. Where are the 4000 ‘newly released’ trout hiding? Behind me?

The quintessential Beach Trip. Not to Bondi, as such, but more your lazy morning at Sommers Beach. Sandcastles, fossicking in the seaweed, chasing waves, chasing chips and milkshakes in the Sommers General Store …it’s all hoot when the kids are 2 and 4 and 11.

The blokey fishing trip. The Bourke st of Boat Ramps. Way, way busy. Confessing our nervousness to each other, most un-bloke like.
Six fish later and the evening BBQ is a tad more presentable.

The Big Night rambles onwards toward 12, as it does, I gradually become introspective. It had been a hard year when it wasn’t being an awesome year. Well actually, both extremes of life seemed to happen at once all too suspiciously often.

I hope 2013 is a year of exploits, adventures and joy. No matter what happens I have love for my girls. They will continue to have a Dadda that keeps them in the center of his universe.

Boxing Day Tradition

Heading up to Loch. The Boxing Day visit. A Tradition.

Loch is problematic for me. It is Beths family Hobby Farm and for quite a while now I have felt like a very annoying Third Wheel. Perhaps it truly could be said that I really do a splendid version of an ‘Annoying Third Wheel’…

However, I really felt the need to be with my family for the next few days.

Somewhat daunted, I climbed in the car, coaxing Daisy along the hiway without screaming fits (a win). As it is often the case with these things my fears were unfounded. I was made to feel very welcome.

At Loch there were old boats to be examined, a Tree House to renovate, books to consume, devine food to lust for, and… the serenity. Ah, the serenity.

Thanks, Zoe.

Zoe didn’t tell me that Daisy had fallen asleep on her in the pram.

Zoe had been stuck like that for 20 mins. It was hot.

I thought they were reading. Thinking back, there was more than the usual ‘Grins and Goos’ from passing maternal/paternal types.

Future Zoe, you are an awesome, patient sister. Thanks.

(er, next time, just push her over to the other side…)