Day 3627

 Unicorns, I love them.

Day 3626

 Weird messages get weirder when Siri has to read them to you.

Day 3625

 The dog is not impressed with the fair folk.

Day 3624

 Make muffins, build a strandbeast, crochet a blanket. 

Contemplate lamp shades.

Day 3623

 If you’re bored, why not build a strandbeast?

Day 3622

 Refill the tank with sleep. Stop running on fumes.

Day 3621

 First we go to the tittet store. 

To get tittets.

For the people.

Day 3620

 The dog has timed his rehabilitation nicely, and I can take him for walks while it’s not so damn hot. Probably, we will both enjoy the rehabilitation.

Even if one of us has to pee on every damn thing.

Day 3619

 Pizza isn’t giving up as long as you also get calamari.

With calamari, it is unmistakably a celebration.

Day 3618

 Sometimes time zones work in your favour. Sometimes time zones are out to get you.

Day 3617

 Off the road again…

Day 3616

 Trips should not start in the morning. My forte is planning, not mornings and the latter brings down the former.

Day 3615

Meep!

Day 3614

 Packing up the car is going to involve strata of clothes and books.

Day 3613

 Just because it is less hot than other days does not mean it’s not hot.

Day 3612

 It’s weird having kids stay up to listen to your adult conversations while you reminisce about the adults your parents took you to visit as a kid.

Day 3611

 Why not take the overtired three year old up the biggest hill of her life?

Would do again, that kid is fun on adventures.

Day 3610

 Don’t slip and slip and slide over drought grass. Don’t fall into trees.

Day 3609

 In which siblings are reunited and Banana discovers the sprinkler.

Day 3608

 We found the cat.

Day 3607

 How did the witches die?

Day 3606

I heartily recommend standing in the river looking for crayfish with your nephew.

Day 3605

 Everything old gets ready torn down to make room for new stuff again.

Day 3604

Who knew that kids could just occupy themselves all day?

Day 3603

 Peace and pandemonium at last.

Day 3602

 The 337th hay bale is just as exciting as the first hay bale.

According to seven year olds, at least.

Day 3601

 The name of the game is ruthless efficiency. The soundtrack is whining and grinding teeth.

Day 3600

 Bathe the children, barber the dog, ill-advisedly bike up a mountain.

Day 3599

 “Charwee, you’re right or you’re wrong. Or you’re not. Charwee, you’re spadeddy. I’m just being silly.”

Day 3598

 I’m sorry, I can’t work any more today. A fawn wandered past my window and I have to go look at it some more.

Day 3597

 Husband turned the bunches of bananas in the freezer into larger bunches of banana baked goods in the freezer. Huge success.

Day 3596

 We are not mall people.I don’t think we will ever be mall people.