Tom: Little boy in the big city - sometimes he would walk ahead, led by the different smells, colours and sounds
Grace: Post wrestle with Tom in our hotel room
This week we were supposed to head up to South West Rocks. That was, until Ian's appendix decided it wanted out and landed him in hospital for three days. We had to pull the pin on our adventure, which we had much longed for. Instead, we went to Sydney and stayed the night. Walking through the concrete jungle, we explored back alley's and looked up at the tall buildings. Tom's hand was constantly interlocked with mine; Grace always a few feet ahead. We caught the Ferry to Manly, watched a SLSC competition on the beach and found Gracie some cool pink kicks. We ate Turkish Gozleme's and got lost in the history of The Rocks. At the aquarium he Dugongs brought the biggest grins to the kids faces (but not as big as the grey nurse sharks - eeek!) and escalator after escalator we reached the top of the Queen Victoria Building. About 40 mins into the trip home I had two absolutely exhausted children sleeping in the back seat.
Linking in with Jodi.