Survivor: Bazely Beach

Can I just say, first and foremost, that camping with 7 barely potty trained small kids and 3 babies is not for the fainthearted. Just as well it was the Foreign Legion's camping trip (that's the foreign wives club - as christened by Hermann). 50 emails and about the same number of texts later (and that's just from Camper Lulu) and we had somehow successfully coordinated a foolproof cooking rota and 5 campsites in a row at Bazely Beach, about an hour down the South Coast from Durbs. The weekend was fantastic. The kids had a brilliant time playing around the campsite, hunting Easter eggs, swimming in the camp pools, or just hanging out on the beach. Us girlies even managed a couple of hours away from the kids to surprise Claudia with a combined birthday party and baby shower. We commandeered the jetty, tied pink ballons everywhere and even managed to smuggle presents, pink sparkly plonk and a cooler box full of daiquiris out of camp without being spotted. It was so hot that most of the Dads opted to drive their kids around for an hour so that they could have an afternoon nap in air conditioning. We headed home on Monday, exhausted but very very happy. Can't wait to do it all again next weekend...

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It's March Already.........

Well, Blogfans, I have no idea where the time is going. Obviously we spent most of February recovering from Hermann's 40th birthday party. Shocking behaviour from all concerned, but the best party ever! I don't even remember being dropped on my head, but the photographic evidence still exists. Despite us putting up a big sign, leaving all the doors open and inviting the burglars in, Jennifer's camera managed to survive the evening. Luckily we didn't have to deal with the kids as Benedicta babysat overnight at Gitty's. Mind you, I did resort to going to KFC in my pyjamas for breakfast and I still didn't sober up till after the evening pizza.

Life is now back into the usual routine of playschool for Anya in the mornings, then swimming lessons, Clamber Club, Kindermusik and numerous playdates in the afternoons. We're attmepting to do a regular playdate at the Botanic Gardens. Jen had a great idea of freezing stale bread to feed to the ducks. It helps though, if you defrost it before you get to the park....although it is very funny watching scared ibis (who have very narrow long beaks) trying to eat a slice of frozen Albany white. And that was before the brick (sorry, loaf) of homemade rosemary and olive bread came out. It actually bounced before it hit the lake and then sank to become slow release fish food. Its also quite good fun to throw chunks of bread at snogging 18 years olds so that they get mugged by the geese...but that's another story...

Hermann is just back from a skiing holiday in France. I decided that the week home alone would be much more palatable with a glass of low alcohol wine in the hand at all times. Worked a treat, possible because the wine wasn't quite as low in alcohol as I had originally thought. No wonder I was so relaxed all week. Nevertheless, we were all very excited when Hermann decided to come home a couple of days early. Anya was beginning to miss her Papa and I'm not sure that another night in with Colin & Justin's Home Heist is good for your mental well being.

We're going to be camping the next 2 weekends on the trot, so no doubt much more bad behavious will ensue...ta ra for now