Winter.

We had a lovely morn hanging out at Anna's place playing cubbies and generally just rolling around on the floor, doing carpet angels, covering as much ground as possible. Flinging our arms as wide as can be and marvelling at the fact that our fingers aren't touching walls/ ceiling/ floor.

Space is a marvellous thing. (What do you do when you see a space man? Park in it man.).

LOVE SPACE.

Anyway, as is the custom of pretty much every day of the past 7 weeks, after our morning excursion, the kids, dog, and I have to get from car to boat, in the pouring rain and driving wind. As is the custom, Cooks has probably just fallen asleep, ever the queen of timing, and we've accumulated several bags of varying shapes and sizes, all of which need to be transported onto Awaitea.

As is the custom, I for some reason do not want to make 2 trips.

So today, we arrived at the harbour, it is pissing down and windy of course. I loaded Roo up with 2 backpacks and a bag. Dizzy is running around the carpark trying to get hit by a car, Cooks is mostly asleep on my shoulder, along with my handbag and another bigger bag, and an umbrella, trying to shield her from the rain. We stagger through the weather, to the security gate, as I fumble for my security gate thingo, I turn around and notice Dizzy shitting right in front of customers in the cafe, thanks Dizz, we get through the gate, I slip on the ramp and pull a muscle, the umbrella is blown inside out and pokes Cooks in the head, forcibly waking her up (&%$#@). We arrive at the boat with cranky sleep deprived daughter with bump on head from umbrella, and Roo grinning from ear to ear at how wet we are and at how hilarious the umbrella looks inside out. Hilarious.

and I, make my second trip anyway. To pick up the dog shit. Beauty.