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Yeah, we're THIS happy - we're at the beach! No school! No kindy! NO FUCKING DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENTS OR DRUGS! Woop!

All you'll hear when you visit over the next fortnight is crickets chirping. So I wouldn't bother stopping by for a while.. we're far too busy sleeping in, celebrating birthdays, playing at the beach and visiting every playground we can find. Woop again!

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home

We are home. Happy to be home, though I wish I could say the same for Melbourne. I miss the sea. Melbourne welcomed us home with chilly winds and long sleeves. Just to make sure we got a good dose of reality, I am sure. This afternoon we had the air conditioner going, and tomorrow will be 37. Spending almost a month in a constant, even, comfortable climate, has not made my relationship with Melbourne Weather any better.

There is a pile of Christmas stacked high on my dining table. At least it's all in one spot now. Rearranging the big kids' room was more important today. There is much cleaning and sorting to be done, of course, as with many, our new year will begin with clean cupboards, and generally less of stuff. My lists are long, some are happy long, but all are overshadowed by my number one task in the coming weeks. Getting our girl ready for school. SCHOOL.

Looking forward to overdosing on the holiday snaps. Happy New Year, friends.

seaside

One day we will be closer. One day.

dawn

The word holiday means nothing to an eleven month old. When my little guy woke far too early this morning, the house still quiet and my eyes struggling to stay open, I threw on some clothes and we hit the broadwater. It sure kept my eyes open.

I quite enjoy the novelty of pushing just one kid. Who doesn't speak. Adele did all the talking and the gentle woosh of the ocean took care of the rest. At first it was quiet, only passing a few seasoned early morning exercisers. As they passed, they smiled and said good morning and then returned their focus to the pavement. I find an odd pleasure in watching all the different styles of power walkers/joggers/runners, and my favourite, trying-their-hardest-beetroot-faced-about-to-keel-over-any-second-runners. I don't understand why they are running? They could walk faster than they are running.

We took a break at water's edge for some breakfast and to watch the oldies plunge into the big blue for their routine start to the day. I can't help but smile when I see this. They all looked so content. By the time we turned for home, Dad called to say the other two had risen and they would meet us on the sand.

When we met, they were teaching Pa how to make a sand sculpture. The lure of a chino got them back onto firmer ground. And that coffee could not have tasted. any. better.