Yes, that title immediately brings to my mind that Blur song. The kids and I do go hand in hand, lots and lots in fact. Holding hands across the road, ringing a rosie on the jumping pillow, skipping our way through puddles past smiling Grey Nomads. Yep, lots of hand holding. Zoe has mastered the CUTEST SKIPPING EVER. It isn’t as graceful as one might expect from a girl so sweet, but it is REAL skipping that she has been trying to hard to do. I must get a video of it. I think I’ll start calling her ‘dirt girl’. Any chance she is in the dirt or  mud…

Our caravan park life will soon be coming to an end. We’ve found a great little furnished unit really close to the beach. We’ll be there until mid September, and what happens then is still being worked out. The unit is ACE! Perfect for our little family and will seem like pure luxury after living the park life for the last few months, and remember we moved out of our own place all the way back in January!

Oh, and Tate had a hair cut today. At the barber!

Did you know this is my 97th post on this blog? It has taken far too long to get here, but I’m thinking a special giveaway should be on the cards for post 100. Hmmm, I sure have enough birdie brooches to give away. I wonder what else I can rustle up?

xoxo