Remember When You Voted For PMM To Be PM?

Well I'm heading to the capital of Australia to take up my role today. I was voted in, remember?

Oh. You want the truth?

You can't handle the truth.

Oh. You can. Oh alright then.

I'm one of 500 humans heading to Canberra to be part of the first ever #humanbrochure . I'm pretty excited too - and for a number of reasons.

Firstly, I get to meet the uber talented Michelle of Hugo & Elsa fame and the wonderful Christie from Pigeon Pair (who I had a chance meeting with in Melbourne back in August!).

Secondly, I haven't been to Canberra since I was 12 - it's 21 years since I was last there, so really, it's like I'm celebrating my 21st birthday all over again. Right?

Thirdly, we have a mega, mega fun itinerary ahead of us, jam-packed, super busy - and it looks fabulous.

I am truly looking forward to exploring our capital city.

So buckle up your seatbelts and get ready for our weekend away. Because you're coming too. Travel with me this weekend via Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, FourSquare, and this blog. We're going to have a real hoot!

A Mini-Break of Sorts

Our little family is away from home for two blissful parents-in-law free weeks. My sister's gone away so we're house-sitting. Lucky, lucky us.

From where I am perched I can hear the waves crashing. It's a beautiful thing.

We arrived late Saturday afternoon, but more than made up for it on Sunday. We took a little morning family walk around the neighbourhood, then came home in time for a midday cat-napping session. Come 3pm we headed to some nearby rockpools to discover some 'wobsters', I was just hoping for some small sand crabs and anemones.. Not to be.. But we pretty well had this small stretch of beach to ourselves.

I imagined life as a billionaire with our own bungalow beachside. Just to pop out to the water, have the waves tickle our toes. Mmm. Better start buying those lottery tickets more rhythmically!

Sand castles were built, and subsequently crashed. Noah was a boy possessed, building, re-building and then stomping. We wandered the empty beach, combing for pieces. Matt collected beautiful rocks perfectly smoothed by the sea. Noah joined in and filled his bucket with any rock, not a discerning geographer, he didn't care what they looked like. Looks like a rock, I'll pop it in my bucket. That was until he went to carry the bucket a few metres further. Then the rocks were dutifully returned to the sand.

He was my own little 'Storm Boy' sans pelican. All the while, I wore Scouty and she slept soundly. Ah the life of a bub.

If only every day was as laid back as this. Alas, Monday rolls around and Matt's off to work.