The camp trip was a huge success even if the logistics were a little bit painful. We had to take 2 cars this time to fit all of the sporting paraphernalia in and the setting up of the tent is always a test in matrimonial strength. However, once that is done and
everyone I have accepted that the tent will be a cesspit of sand, dirt, crumbs, grime and goodness knows what for the next few days, the fun and relaxation can commence.
We found a little piece of paradise at the end of a 12km dirt track in the Tasman National Park just over an hour away. The whole state was booked out for the Australia Day long weekend but there was a late cancellation at Fortescue Bay so we snapped up the final camp site and pinched ourselves the whole time that we were only paying $15 a night to stay in such a magical setting. Even if we could afford it, it would be hard to justify spending the hundreds of dollars it would cost for all of us to stay in two rooms of a fancy hotel when we can be lulled to sleep by the sound of waves crashing on the beach just metres away for just $15. The sand was the whitest of white, the ocean the colour of turquoise and the weather was perfect as well.
I've been camping my whole life and love it. We enjoy doing it as a family but there is a small window of time where I don't enjoy it as much and that is when the babies are between 6 and 12 months old. It's that period where they are on the move and crawling and you spend the whole time chasing after them, keeping them safe from camp fires and other people's campsites, nursing in the middle of the night and doing laps around the camp ground trying to get them off to sleep in the pram. There were plenty of families camping with babies in this age group that were doing just this and doing a mighty fine job of it too, but none had 4 other kids eager to get down to the beach for swimming, kayaking, cricket, bush walking, and fishing. I'm quite glad we waited till now as everyone had an absolute ball and we've already booked the next trip in. We ditched Flynn's daytime nap (it was way too hot in the tent anyway) which made things easier and had the added bonus of him dozing off at 7pm without any complaints. It left Daniel and I relaxing by the campfire together while listening to the 4 older kids giggling away in the tent.
We're back home now and I've noticed all of the back-to school photos are starting to come in. I hope all of your gorgeous Kids have a wonderful start to the new school year! We still have another week of school holidays left down here and I'll be soaking up every last minute of it before getting my head around sending 4 Kids off to full-time school for the very first time. It's been 8 years since I've had just 1 baby at home during the week. It will be the bittersweet end to one lovely era of having the Twins at home with me and the beginning of a lovely new one, just Flynn and I. I think it's going to be a good year.