My Seventh Month
25 February - 24 March 1998

Breaky at the Beach

Mum and Dad and Grandma and I had been really working hard fixing up the garden, cutting down that big old gum tree, and painting the house. So we figured we deserved a vacation. So we packed up the ole station wagon with all my goodies -- my basinet, my chair, my stroller, my milk bottles, my blankets, my nappies, my... well you get the picture. Somehow, Dad and Mum and Grandma managed to fit in themselves and their toothbrushes. We drove for four whole hours to the south until we reached this place called Robe. We found a little cottage right on Long Beach and boy was the water ever gorgeous. In the morning, I had my breaky right out on the verandah where I could breathe in the fresh sea breeze and hear the waves crashing against the beach.

But the most fun was when I got to feed the gulls ...