I thought that just for funsies on Halloween, I would share with you a story I was reminded of today while going through my Facebook memories. I think I might have shared this in a previous blogging life… Anyway, it was 2009 (BC – before children) and my family was visiting Hobart, Tasmania for a holiday. The main purpose was to catch up with my relatives. We travelled there often. Sometimes it was difficult to find accommodation for us all and my mum had found a seemingly charming house for us to stay in together as a group. Cute, right? The gorgeous verandah and balcony. The pretty garden. A new…
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Who the hell goes camping with a baby? Us. We do.
Holy shit. We’re doing it. We’re going camping soon. For the first time in 2 years! And the first time with an 8 month old baby (the Little Mister was 14 months old the first time we took him). We are finally starting to feel like we might just somehow, miraculously pull this off. We’ve bought some new supplies, made a crapload of lists and it’s been very exciting chatting with our friends about it (there’s going to be a massive group of us)! It could not be coming at a better time and I am thanking past Kez (and our friends who invited us) for this big time! At…
