Last week was not too great because we had a teething, cold filled, snotty toddler on our hands who couldn’t sleep however much he tried. We were all frazzled and sleep deprived and are just about emerging from the haze and recovering this bank holiday weekend. I have to say that the long cuddles on the sofa were particularly enjoyable, even if we had to watch Peppa Pig, The Wiggles and Sarah and Duck over and over!
The Margaret River region is a 3 hour drive south of Perth though possibly a bit longer if you have to factor in stops for baby. Many Western Australians venture here for their holidays, especially during the summer months because it tends to be a tad cooler than up north.
It was easy to see why the region is so popular being full of family friendly beaches, waves to surf, limestone caves to explore and a fantastic gourmet scene to gorge on (think wine, cheese, ice cream and chocolate galore!). Whatsmore, this is all available in a relatively compact area; the drive from Busselton -in the north of the region – to Augusta – in the south- took us just over an hour. This meant we were able to fit in lots of activities, as we could plan any driving around babies naps and therefore avoid meltdowns.
The night before we left for Margaret River there were some strange goings on outside our apartment. We heard whisperings and what sounded like the clanging of metal and the scraping of dirt. When Oshi started stirring, I became ruffled – how dare these people wake up my sleeping baby just before our holiday?!
We woke up at 5.30 am on the first day of our camping holiday in Margaret River. Black out blinds in the tent were not an option so we couldn’t trick Oshi into sleeping longer. He started grumbling and wiggling at first light, patting the sides of his pop up cot to be let out. After a little snooze session, Dan reached in and hauled him out for a cuddle but it wasn’t long before Osh began whimpering for food. I hastily threw on some clothes, as Dan tried to entertain bub but his hunger cries grew louder and louder. Continue reading
At the weekend we visited Cottesloe beach, which is famous for surfing, swimming, snorkeling and amazing sunsets. The beach was packed – people were basking in the blazing sun and playing in the crashing waves. The water looked extremely inviting in the 30 degree heat until Dan kindly pointed out that the helicopter hovering above us was probably on shark patrol. We strolled, or rather ‘hauled’ all of our stuff along , to a quieter area of the beach so we could set up camp.
I knew exactly how we were going to spend our bank holiday weekend when I saw the words ‘glass bottom boat’ on a leaflet for Penguin Island. Continue reading
Thursday evening was the start of Operation ‘removal of the dummy’, after hosting a dinner party and despite my belief that we’d agreed to start the process on Friday night.
Dummies seem to be a controversial subject in baby world and people can be rather judgemental about their use. I have been on the receiving end of such criticism and, for along time, it felt as though I had to justify why my baby had a dummy. It was this attitude as well as Dan’s aversion to dummies (worries about attachment issues) that made us reluctant to give one to Osh.