Boxing Day.
The day after Christmas is a national holiday in Australia known as Boxing Day. I wasn’t sure if this was a reference to the sport, or feisty kangaroos, or something else, so I consulted my favorite source for information – Wikipedia. Boxing Day represents the day after Christmas when bosses traditionally give their servants presents in boxes.

Tiger.
We finished up our packing in the morning and went for a buggy ride. Ty wanted to go for a bike ride but didn’t make it too far. Thankfully this time we could strap it to the back of the buggy instead of making me ride it home. We explored some new buggy trails. We found a lake – trying to decide if I could get a kayak out on that (I lied in a previous post when I said I was over the kayak idea…). We also found a big community swimming pool that has a really good sized shallow end, picnic tables, outdoor kitchens (stove top and sink), bathrooms, the works. We will definitely go back there so Ty can play in the shallow area.

BBQ.
We stopped by the grocery store on our way home (thankfully it was open) and picked up stuff to grill burgers, veggies, and sweet corn. Jay and Ty tried the kangaroo – verdict wasn’t great. Jay had a few bites of his and then went for the other premium burger (normal beef has been a little sketch so we went for the pricey stuff this time). Ty ate a couple bites of his roo and didn’t complain about it. I was not at all interested in trying the roo. Figured it would taste like deer, and I am not a fan.

Quiet.
For the first time in a LONG time, I am the only person awake in our house. The bags are packed and sitting by the door, kiddos (and dad) are getting rested up, house is clean. Time for me to relax a bit before we catch our flight out to New Zealand! Our cell phones won’t work unless we find wi-fi, so updates may be limited. I am sure I will have lots to share when we get back in Australia.

Liar.
Ok, so I lied. I think I sat down for two minutes and then thought, I should put that laundry away, which led to I should iron Jay’s ginormous pile of wrinkly shirts. Just as I was thinking about how much he owed me, he surprised me by running out to “get gas” which was code for “getting storage units for the toy room”. I know it sounds like no big deal, but the toy room is the first thing I see when I come home and we just had toys piled up along the wall. Drove me slightly crazy. Have I mentioned how much I love my husband? 😉