Summer Holiday

It could have been a disaster. Taking a 12 week old baby on a long distance holiday. I'm glad to report it wasn't. Cooper travelled 6 hours in the Winnebago to a south coast town called Bermagui, sleeping all the way & beginning his first real Summer vacation. Bliss, I say.

He went to the beach. He went to lawn bowls & the pub for lunch. He watched fresh fish that Daddy caught sizzle on the BBQ. He got lathered in sunscreen. He wore his sun hat.

He lazed in Daddy's arms in his nappy...watching the tree's sway & kookaburra's laugh.

He encountered flies & mosquitoes & his first huntsman spider (which had taken up residence in his pram) but Mummy bravely fended all the nasties off.

And even though we were a long way from home, he got Milk.

What a lovely time. Well done little Aussie.