The Naming Ceremony
byOn a day to the zoo for Miss13’s fourteenth birthday, Miss7 discovered the pure joy in calling things…umm…well…how do I put this…?
On a day to the zoo for Miss13’s fourteenth birthday, Miss7 discovered the pure joy in calling things…umm…well…how do I put this…?
Lady luck has meant I needed to buy more tools for Tracey to hide.
Can’t unsee it. Trying.
Someone has called me out on Facebook.
It’s moments like this we’ve most been looking forward to. Little nuggets of outback beauty we can capture and enjoy.
The road sign at the T junction pointed to our destination in one direction and Lightning Ridge in the other. We sat there for couple of minutes trying to decide where to go. Did we have enough time up our sleeve? Was it worth the diesel? We knew the name but what was actually there? Ultimately, what it came down to was could we think of any reason not to? In the end, we swiped right. It was the right decision.
Welcome aboard Kenny Go West. Our home.
Our first nights on the road again haven’t been without some ‘excitement’. By which I mean dramas. All part of the adventure, baby.
We’ve been – I want to say trapped – at Tracey’s parents’ place for months now waiting for Tracey to feel up to travelling and working again. Then Master12’s appendix had to be expelled from his body and that’s slowed us down some more. The good news is the bus is looking and running fantastic, and we’re going to do a walkthrough to show everyone our set up shortly.
“Wait!” said Master12, and the proceedings around his hospital bed froze. Something incredibly important had just occurred to him.
Been so busy watching Tracey’s dad work on our bus I haven’t had the time to blog. It’s all about to be completed though and we’ll be on our way again. Can’t wait. Meanwhile, this…
This was one of those moments you wait for as a parent. When you get to educate your kids about something you actually understand instead of faking it with maths or stupid proper grammar rules.
You might have picked up on this if you’re a long term reader of my blog, but Tracey is much better at this parenting gig than me. We can both look at the same situation and come up with totally different solutions.
The Maldives – not just for honeymooners and people with silver spoons
The best conversation of my famil to Maldives came on the last night on the clean streets of Singapore, and started with the simplest of enquiries.