This past weekend was a long one thanks to it being Australia Day… so we decided what we would really love to do more than anything on Australia Day weekend, was drive a few hours south and live it up in Australia's capital.
To my non-Australian people... that would be Canberra.
Not Melbourne… Sydney… or Alice Springs ;)
I really love Canberra because:
It is clean. It is tidy. It is organized. It is quiet and peaceful, and there are not five trillion people crammed into it.
Sydney has no breathing space. It can drive a person crazy sometimes.
Anyway! We grabbed ourselves a hotel and got down to business.
Some of my kids are excited about hotels, some of my kids are not. They like their own beds, their own stuff, their own smells, and they don't want to think about all the strange people that used those sheets before them.
Who can argue with that.
As we were lazying about, recovering from the MASSIVE drive, Wes and I hear Lena saying (in all seriousness) to her brothers:
"Do you guys want to read the Holy Bible?"
She had sniffed it out from who knows where.
I won't bother to inform you of her brothers' less than saintly response.
We headed out to see some fireworks Australia Day NIGHT (Confusing?)
And because this was Canberra, we only had to arrive one hour
before the event in order to get good seating, as opposed to camping out
ten years prior and still getting the nosebleed section in Sydney.
Reid is completely overwhelmed with anticipation…
and Conner is in heaven, as he was the lucky kid to nab the iPad first.
Conner still hogging the iPad… while Wesley (four eyes) Prepchuk gazes thoughtfully at the
young folk who walk on by, thinking about the good old days (fifty million years ago)
when he was young and free like that…
Fireworks started right on time (good on ya Australia, you can sometimes!)
I didn't know this before, but I know it now… it is actually kind of hard taking
pictures of fireworks. Once your camera has attempted to focus in, and realized
what is going on, the fireworks have been done and dusted forever and a day.
I managed a shot or two.
Happy Australia Day to the country who took us in, loved us, accepted us, and
let us stick around, even though we are
snow-missing-sugar-loving-never-stop-complaining-about-the-bugs-and-heat-Canadians!!!
Oh, what was that? You want to watch a mindless video of my daughter skipping around while she waits for fireworks?
Okay then!
Too bad for you… you only got to watch 40 seconds of it. We got to watch her do it for half an hour!
*****
Last night as I was organizing pictures from our trip and putting this post together, my husband and my oldest son were off playing football with the young men from our ward. I got a call at the end of the activity from The Man telling me he was injured and was going to have to go the hospital to get checked out.
The good news:
He did not injure his hands aka: the money makers.
The BAD news:
His leg is broken AGAIN. Same leg that took a hit during his motorbike accident last year. (Everyone go ahead a slap their hand to their forehead).
At the moment he is hanging out at the hospital waiting and waiting while people figure out what to do with him. This time the break is right under his knee, and will need surgery. But of course, the surgeon can't do the surgery for several days. He's a busy guy, you know.
I will report more when I have more to tell. In the meantime you can go ahead and feel sorry for Wes AGAIN... that's how we plan to spend our day!!