5 steps to a sandy bottom...

We can't post an image of the titled result of today's impromptu swim at Scott's Point at Margate whilst waiting for the Brisbane to Gladstone boat race to start... but we can show how it happened...

Step One: Start carefully jumping small waves whilst holding Aunty Jo's hand,
being careful not to get your skirt wet.

Step Two: Let Uncle David show you what real wave-jumping is all about and join in the fun!

Step Three: Jump and splash until your skirt is wet and Mummy insists
on taking it off to dry on the rocks.

Step Four: Splash, jump, giggle, chase Uncle David, wade in deep until your undies and the bottom of your T-shirt are soaked. By this time, Mummy will be ready to give up on trying to keep you dry.

Step five: 'Accidentally' fall over into the water several times until it just makes sense to have a proper swim... after all, how is it possible to get ANY wetter?

Once you get out of the water, show everyone all the gritty sand that's now
in your undies, and let Mummy take a photo.

*imagine photo of sandy bottom and undies here*

Follow these steps carefully, and you'll have a fantastic time
waiting for the boats to sail past.

(Which they eventually did!)

let's get dirty...

Take one park, two energetic children, 4 friends, Beth's clean white shirt, a couple of hours, wonderful imaginations, mix them up, and what do you get?

Two happy, tired, and very grubby faces.
(And clothes, and hands, and feet, and legs, and arms!)

purrrrr....

Oh, to be a cat...

One of Abbie's daily habits: keeping close track of what the geckoes and moths are up to on the windows outside the dining room. Most nights she climbs right up onto the chair back, balancing precariously, hoping to leap for it and snare one of the pesky critters. Alas, they are on one side, and she the other. Unfair!

we love camping...

Don't little girls just love to colour?!!! Beth and Tyra did lots over the weekend.

Having waited almost a year since our last camping trip, we camped over the weekend with our friends, the Crosses, at Neurum Creek at the back of Mt Mee. Such a pretty spot, lots of green, and unfortunately a little too much rain on Friday, but there was plenty of sunshine on other days, and lots of tracks for the Brown and Cross kids to ride bikes and scooters. Lots of tea was drunk, games were played, complaints were made about smelly toilets and deflating air mattresses, books were coloured, marshmallows were toasted, afternoon naps were enjoyed, etc. A fun time was had by all.

She just can't help it... she's our very own glamour camper!

One of the huge fig trees on the campsite.

This campfire was lit by our very own 'Bear Grylls' - much of the wood and kindling around the place was rather wet with all the showers, yet we still managed to get it going!

A walk by the creek revealed quite a bit of floodwater damage from the January floods, when the camp ground had been cut off by the raging, overflowing creek. In places, we saw debris in trees a good 5 metres above ground!

Chad, Beth, Liam and Tyra...