Camping, and a little Silliness

The tent has finally been taken down. It had been up a few weeks (perhaps one too many) since our Great Aussie Camp Out. Taking the tent down is never as fun as putting it up. As a camping finale the kids all slept in it together.  It felt so strange having no children in the house, wrong strange. Come 7am I was rushing out the door checking to see all was well (we did a late night check too). I actually woke up the serene middle Bowerbird, when I undid the zip.

 They had a ball,  the big Bowerbird helped soothe the little one's concerns and snuggled her through the night.

 They were all so proud, especially the littlest who couldn't have achieved such an enormous feat without her trusty friend Lamby.

 Big enough to go camping with her siblings, I was sure she'd come inside at some stage but she made it through the whole night.

 The graceful exit from the tent with sleeping stuff in tow, tent doors could really be improved on.

Ahem. we may have left the tent there a little long. Luckily the lawn's already recovering with a couple of glorious sunny days. The littlest was most upset that our dome home didn't become a permanent feature.

We had rains and days of wild winds whilst it was up, but our Ebay bought, $40 second hand Stockman Weekender has stood the test. I'm thinking if we go away for a week or two we might have two similar tents - one for back up, and hanging out in in bad weather. Putting it away until December when it will make the trip to Eldorado, Victoria, for a wonderful music festival. Can't wait to get my boogie on.

I let loose, in the "formal thing gone wrong" number you can see below, on the weekend. The acetate dress looks a little worse for wear after breaking out some Gangnam Style moves.  A night out without the family, although all the daggy family lounge room moves were not left behind. The photo doesn't do it justice, the skirt is tulip shaped and really accentuated my already generously sized bottom. The "formal thing gone wrong" was a great 40th birthday dress up theme, there were so many hilarious op shopped numbers, in a multitude of hideous fabrics and shapes. I think as we were already looking ridiculous, guests were less concerned about how they looked on the dance floor. The invitation included a curious sticker to wear, it turned out to be an icebreaker but alas I never found my Boots.

Whilst I'm embarrassing myself, do you think these fertilised Euphorbia flowers are just a little rude?