Last weekend saw our little family head off on a road trip down to Canberra for two nights. We promised Daisy we would stay in a hotel (she calls them hell-tells and I think she is onto something there) after we had been in Bali. We decided we could go and visit touristy places, spend time with the kids, as a family and have some wholesome fun. AND with me being offline they had all my attention. Parfait!
Growing up my family was partial to a cheesy road trip and sleepover in a motel. The dodgier the motel, the better in my opinion. A hole in the wall in which breakfast could be delivered? Bring it! Leave out breakfast menus filled in with promises of cold toast and cereal and continental delights? Oooh yeah. While Rob’s family were travelling the world (seriously they went to places like Nepal and shit for family holidays. For reals.) I was at North Entrance Caravan Park having the time of my life. I think Daisy has picked up my love for the cheesy family holiday, and this weekend did not disappoint.
First stop? Here. Remember this place? I remembered this space. Fondly. Rob even remembered this place. We were pumped to show the girls the miniature delights of Cockington Green and luckily for us, not much had changed since 1987, which incidentally was the last time we were both here.
I thought this looked a little like home.
Harper enjoyed being around things that were smaller than her. For a change.
As we were driving down Rob said to me “the one thing I remember about this place was the football field and a streaker being chased by two bobbies’. What’s that? OH! The football field and a streaker being chased by two bobbies. THAT’S WHAT. Harper was pointing out his privates to Daisy.
This is Rob, thinking “Is Beth really making me ride on this small steam train?” You bet your arse I am. THIS is what our life has become now. AND I am taking a picture of it. AND putting it on the blog. So there.
She does everything I tell her to.
Second stop? Big Ben. Parliament. No, just Parliament House. Cause we are nerds at heart, and it really is an impressive building. And we will make our children understand and appreciate the democratic process.
Harper seemed to run. Just run. Everywhere. And scream whilst doing so. We were very popular.
Daisy liked the Senate. It was pink.
Sunday morning stop? The National Zoo & Aquarium. What a great place! Seriously. For small kids it’s such a great place. Small. Close quarters to the animals. Good variety of animals with all the big ticket items there for the girls. Giraffes? Check. Lions? Loads of them, and white ones too! Sharks? Yes! Rob had the most fun I think. And Harper? Well, she ran.
And last on the Tourist Trail we went to Questacon on Sunday afternoon. Whilst our girls were too young to enjoy and appreciate most of the stuff there, they do have a kick arse section for kids 0-6 called Mini Q and they loved loved loved that. A vet surgery had Daisy in a spin, as with a bakery shop set up. I had fun in there too. Water play and adventures everywhere saw the afternoon away for us all.
And Harper? She ran and climbed. Heaven help us.
This is her, eyeing off a robot to destroy in the foyer.
And this? This, is where memories are being made of bad cheesy holidays with your family.