Weekends are usually a casual affair for us. Ever since the start of the year when all this nasty business with the marriage break up occurred, I've been having the kids every second weekend. I've tried to keep everything as stable and normal for them and just let them unwind and relax for the weekend. Also, since winter time, we haven't been doing much other than hanging around home. The Spring weather has been beautiful and once all of our chores had been done on Saturday, I decided to take the kids out for a trip to the beach and an ice cream.
The tide was out but it didn't matter. The kids built sandcastles, drew in the sand, checked out the crabs (hesitantly mind you) and jumped in the puddles. I even got to lie on a towel and watch them. I think they call that 'sunbaking' from memory. I can vaguely remember doing a lot of that when I was younger. The kids are at a nice age now where I don't have to chase after them or worry about them eating handfuls of sand.
There was another Mumma out with her babies. A mother plover and her two babies were walking around and her ever attentive mother wouldn't let anyone come within cooee of her babies.
We then set off for lunch to the Redland Bay Hotel. The last time we went there was when we ducked in to see James Reyne in concert and prior to that, it'd been a few years since I had a meal there. The queue was out the door to order a meal and although it didn't take long to come, I wasn't that impressed. I never mind paying for a meal out but when it's $40 for 2 kid's meals and an ordinary plate of packaged, frozen (not fresh) seafood, when you can get a really good serve of fish and chips from our local fish and chip shop for less than $15, it irritates me. Oh well. We enjoyed the fresh air, the view and the kids had a play in the playground and played with animals from the petting zoo. (Pubs certainly are making it more kid friendly.)
The tears! On the way home, I thought she was very quiet and asleep. When we stopped the car I asked what was wrong and she was crying her little eyes out. She was missing the chicken from the petting zoo. Oh dear! An animal activist in the making. Maybe she really is a vegetarian and the reason she won't eat meat. But then again, she won't eat vegetables either!
A great weekend was had by all and although they tend to go out a lot when they're with their Dad for the weekend, I'll try to keep them home and relaxed when I have them on the weekend but will make the most of it when things pop up or if we need a change of scenery.