We woke up at 7.30 this morning. E was very jolly first thing and we breakfasted on fruit bread toast and yoghourt while watching pop videos on the telly. Jingly jangly guitar music, yuck. Monsta beat techno, jiggly.
After the usual rigmarole, plus the complication of sunscreen in the eyes ("don't rub them, you'll only make it worse) we set off for the beach, where the tide was well and truly in. Up and down the beach we strolled, and paddled in a little lagoon where Eloise decided to sit down. In her dress. And nappy. Oooops. Matilda disappeared for a suspiciously long time and is now suspiciously rotund and gurgly. What has she eaten...?
We got back via some shopping at Fresco's where Eloise met her favourite checkout lady. Snack on dried bananas and almond flakes etc, then to bed.
Washing, washing, washing... a bit of reading and the Daddy squawk comes. So off again, lunch of peanut butter and banana sandwiches, yummy for me but E not interested, she wanted to read books instead and play in the garden. Then she decided it was time for a walk and stood by the front gate shouting "Daddy! Door! Walk!" until I got the message that this was a really great idea.
So we walked up the street and round the extended block, such as it is. We met Bill and Louise when Eloise spotted her with her baby Sophie sitting in the steps of their house. We'd never met them before. They seemed to be very nice people.
Up Lanham Avenue to Lanham Park where we met a South African lady with her girl Caitlin on the swings. We'd never met them before. They seemed to be very nice people.
We swung and slid for a bit then over to the Sensory Playground where Eloise presses buttons and a blue post asks you questions like "Do you know what the Queensland flag looks like" (No) or "Do you know why we celebrate Anzac Day" (I have my suspicions). There we met an Australian lady and her boy Harry. Eloise and Harry were educated in the finer points of taking turns and co-operating with one another on the water pump and turning globe respectively.
We wung our way back down a bike path then across the football, sorry soccer pitch back home where we messed around a bit before I cooked a lovely meal of broccoli and rice with a cashew sauce. Yum!
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