just plodding along

It seems to me in recent times that blogging has become “cool”.

In particular, “mummy blogging”. And being clever with your blog and making it “work” for you. And making it look nice, especially with nice instagram-esq photos.

I’m here right now to say that:

1. my blog is not cool. Preeeetty sure you who are reading it know that.

2. I am a blogger, but I am not a mummy blogger. Sure a lot of posts involve my child, but I don’t have much else going on, so that’s what you get.

3. I am not clever with my blog. I’m not going to use it to make me money. No sponsored giveaways. No advertising. No income. Just how my life is all round really!

4. yes, it looks nicer here since the move to WordPress. Much nicer. Thank you Ryan! But although I attempt to take nice photos now and then, I don’t use instagram.

I must say have no problem with people setting up and using blogs in such a way. I enjoy looking at them, because they are pretty, and I enjoy reading them, because they are thoughtful and/or interesting and/or funny. Instagram photos are often beautiful. I do like them. I admit I don’t like sponsored posts and giveaways much, but that’s just me – all the more because I never win. I’m pretty sure the sponsors like them, and the blogger’s pockets like them, and the readers might like them for introducing cool new products/ideas. I enjoy blogs of people I don’t know at all – there’s a big ol’ list down the side there of places I find I enjoy visiting.

But I’ve decided blog envy is silly. And I will have none of it!

In any case, even if it seems lowly little blogs like mine look more lowly compared, I remind myself that my blog is just a blog of my thoughts, photos and ramblings. It’s been here for almost nine years. For the most part it is boring. Even embarrassing (please don’t go back and read through my archives. I’m serious. *cringe*). It doesn’t have to look or sound like any one else’s. Sure it’s nice to look at webstats sometimes and see that more than 15 people bothered to have a read. But more than that, it’s nice to have a way to connect with and update people in my life that I might not see often in real life. And I appreciate the bloggers in my life who use this as a way to update people like me on their comings and goings and everyday existence.

So I might not be cool, but I’m happy with that. Story of my life!

It has been established, over these last four days, that this household does not enjoy being without internet.

Ergo, this household is much too addicted to the internet.

But there is nothing I want to do about that right now. I don’t want to kick my addiction. I am happy in my addiction.

Even more reason to kick it perhaps.

But I’m not going to.

So there.

Daddy’s home! A lovely morning was spent catching up with him and Grandpa, as they have returned from their travels.

After Grandpa continued his journey home, with a eight hour train trip ahead of him, we headed to Bobbin Head for a bit of family fun. We thought lunch and a “bushwalk” but it turned into so much more.

First on the agenda was lunch – “I’m too busy eating for a photo Mummy”.

After a decent play in the sandy playground, it was time to feed the ducks. Since there were no ducks, we fed seagulls instead. They probably didn’t know what hit them – wholemeal bread instead of hot chips. Poor things!

We randomly decided to hire a paddle boat!

Super fun! And super hard work! Well, for two of us.

Captain Oscar directed, while us workhorses powered the engine room.

After half an hour of hard labour, a treat was well deserved. Icecreams! Oscar’s first official icecream all for himself. He got a vanilla dixie cup. And he was pretty happy about it.

He certainly made light work of it!

And then of course it was time for our “bushwalk” – so we headed back across the water and along the shore.

Because we can’t possibly go to Bobbin Head without walking the boardwalk and spotting lots of crabs.

We convinced Oscar that we didn’t actually have time for the bush part of the bushwalk, and headed back. Pleasantly we ran into buddies Joshy and Sam. After an all-too-brief chat we continued on.

Back to the car. Back up the hill. Back home.

A lovely, unexpected, day out.

Now it’s 4:30pm and I have to hang out the clean washing that’s been sitting in the washing machine since 10:30am.