Public holidays always come as a surprise to me. That's probably why we tend to spend long weekends alone at home - everyone else got organised and left town already.
It's been a reasonably good weekend too, despite the boy being unwell and pretty much house-bound since Thursday (I won't go into the gory details, even if it wouldn't be TMI for you).
On Saturday I took The Little Madam to the beach, along with our Winnie-the-Pooh bucket, spade and sand-mold set. It just shows how little time I've spent on the beach, that I was surprised the molds didn't work on dry sand. TLM loved it though - she pointed at the airplanes in the distance as they made their descent onto the airport runway, making airplane-descending noises. There was also quite a bit of action on the beach itself, as surf life-saving people jogged around and got into outboard inflatable dinghies to prepare for some kind of competition.
In fact, she liked it so much that when I tried to leave she did the whole back-arching, screaming tantrum thing that is becoming more and more familiar to me now.
It's been a social weekend too. Yesterday we attended a barbeque and, though we didn't get to eat much (TLM was having too good a time and I was too busy cleaing up spat-out sausage off the floor), I did enjoy watching my little girl shuffle around after the boys (all walkers) and make cutsie-eyes at the grown-ups. And this morning at the park there was no shortage of young'uns to chase TLM through the tunnel, down the slide and around the pretend-fire engine.