Wednesday, September 07, 2011


It's just so easy to get caught up in 'life', or the stuff we consider to be life, anyway. When all it really takes is an email sent out with enough warning, a warm spring afternoon and some space.

On the Saturday before Father's Day we met up with a couple of other families to just...well...hang out. Nothing more, nothing less.

I'm so in love with our newly discovered slice of the inner west. It allows us to offer Ted & Harriet some memories similar to those I carry from my own childhood - running around with friends while the adults stood around calmly sipping beer in the warm sun, having the freedom to explore large areas out of earshot and (almost) out of eyesight, creating increasingly complex games involving other children and meeting random children to include in your games as well.

As happened last time, we ended up arriving just after the kitchen closed and staying until it re-opened and having dinner there. Have to love the children up on the dancefloor at the end of the night dancing with wild abandon to completely unknown, random traditional German music.

However it stood to reason that our children still didn't go to bed until after 9pm that night. Because, of course, that's precisely what I would have done too.


Lou said...

yay for beer w friends in the sunshine and room for the kidlets to run! Again, again!

Melinda said...

You have a new follower...

Mr Shell said...

Thought I recognised some of those kiddies!

Mr Shell said...

Thought I recognised some of those kiddies!