Saturday is our only real Family Day, the sort we used to enjoy every day in Sydney!
When KK isn’t working and we all go out, just four (and then five) of us.
Typically, we only go out in the morning, maybe 9am to 1pm, after which we all zonk for the rest of the day.
And typically, we always go for swimming and then a spot of lunch.
What happens during swimming is, er, KK goes swimming and I take the kids. Sort of like the maid looking after the kids while the employer does his own thing.
I play with them, as much as I can as I get increasingly non-athletic, make sure they don’t drown.
A new-old (hand-me-down) swimsuit which she bulges in. I can’t believe she has armpit flab.
A moment of red-faced fury.
Day enjoying himself in the Jacuzzi.
But otherwise, still unable to put his head underwater, still afraid. I’m sure he’ll get it in due course. At the moment he traipses around the baby pool with a float securely round his waist, and refuses to jump into the adult pool even though KK is waiting with arms outstretched.
Lunch, we go to a beach restaurant which is always empty – because no one without a car or a bicycle can get there – plonk ourselves on the same table out on the sand under a attap-shelter and eat, well, serviceable and not great food.
But in this case, atmosphere (nobody and no crowds) wins hands down. Plus there is sea breeze, aeroplanes flying overhead which Dee admires tremendously and pre-meal appetizers of ikan bilis and peanuts which Day loves. Plus he relishes the coke floats.