This week we had a couple of days’ mini-break amidst the usual busyness. Huff is loving having her own duck costume. Here she is flapping away happily.
Both Huff and Puff like to dress as ducks – here they are patting Bandit, who is liking the attention.
The kids still get pretty tired during the day sometimes. Most of the time Puff will push through, but Huff still likes to sleep in the late morning or early afternoon..
This weekend Dad took a day off on a Friday and we all headed to the Blue Mountains for an overnighter. First stop was a cafe in Parramatta for a late breakfast. Puff and Huff had babycinos while Simpkin (the cat) looked on.
Once at the caves (we spent some time explaining to Huff that there were no bears in the caves), the kids were happy to sit and be photographed. We had a picnic lunch in the carpark, as there were a few too many birds lurking around the picnic area looking for a snack.
The caves were beautiful as always, and the kids really enjoyed exploring them, within the constraints we provided them.
Dad was worried they wouldn’t be able to handle all the stairs, and carried the ergo carrier around for a while, but most of the time, Huff made it by herself.
The kids were pretty exhausted after all the walking, and Huff had her first full night in a proper bed.
The next morning, Dad and Puff went off in search of a cafe – we found one that was listed in a cafe guide.
After breakfast in Katoomba, we went to Scenic World. They’ve changed their pricing structure, so we could only buy a ticket to go on all the different rides they have. Here we all are about to go down the 52 degree incline railway. Everyone enjoyed it – we were careful to talk Huff through the upcoming “dark” bit, and she was happy to wait for the light to come back in.
Down at bushwalking level, Huff and Puff had a great time walking around the walkway – they kept playing hide and seek with each other and shouting “boo”! Huff still thinks if she closes her eyes then no-one can see her, which can be funny to watch.
Huff continues to have a wicked sense of humour. Though she knows the word for the first meal of the day is “breakfast”, she insists on calling it “breffkist”, even when carefully schooled to the contrary, and then giggles.