Whitemans Park Picnic

Well it was a beaut barmy day and we had a few hours before the misses was off to work (good girl), so I packed the mob into the commodore and off we drove for a ripper little picnic at Whitemans Park. And between you and your's truly the best Picnic is where ya don't get the hands dirty, and theres no washing up so we had a KFC Picnic.... you just can't beat a mega Feast for a feed! So we packed a few cups and filled up the green drink bottle and here were talking a Darwin stubbie style green bottle! well like Jesus said once 'Crikey we have to feed a big mob here' and I didn't have any loafs of bread or fish handly.




Then after a beaut feed it was time to run around and get dirty, well there was heaps of green cordial to run out of there system but what is it with kids and trees! As soon as they see a tree they have to climb it, and ofcause then fall out of it! But not this time thank God.








The next tridation is to get the footy out and start the wars, here's Sarah putting in a ripper kick to brother Jack which works well. Then out comes Harrison the meerkat and theres tackles going all over the place, poor old Oscar just walks past me and WHAM down he goes in a tackle from the meerkat!











Then as the nevilles were having a kick me and the Osk go on a little walkabout, and the first thing he finds and jumps on is an old cannon.












While Oscar is cannon jumping my other big fella Jacko is sinking in the boot, as my little princess Sarah is taking the marks down the field. Okay she might be more of a tomboy then a princess, but you try telling her that.








Well now back to the Osk and he is now bush exploring trying to find all the beaut stuff you find in the scrub.... like spiders, bugs, inchants, King Browns!







Well he survived yet another search around in the bush and just in time to watch the old tram go past, and then he was streight into the coleslaw before you could say 'crikey where's the coleslaw'.











Then he was back off on his walkabout but this time Harrison was tagging along, and just between you and me there's just not enought photos of windmills these days. But all good things have to come to an end and whenever we start to packup, the first thing that goes into the commodore is The Chase. Fairdinkum if he's locked up in his belt and can't get into EVERYTHING, my blood pressure and even the cholesterol level comes back down to a more safer level. Yes okay he might come across as a cute n' cuddly little panda, but behind that friendly facade lies a little smiling assassin just waiting for you to leave 'That door open', or 'a cupport door a jar', or even leave the tv remote somewhere silly like on top of the fridge (right at the back under a sunday newspaper, and a box). And before you can say 'That little bugger' your clothes are all over the room or the flypans are in the sandpit or the cornflakes are scattered all over the floor, or worse still the expensive TV remote is floating in the mop bucket!!! So YES the first thing into the commodore is the little assassin then comes Oscar the crocodile hunter, followed closely by Harrison the meerkat. Then in went the tomboy and lastly I shut the door on Jacko and it's usally then a thought crosses my mind..... Do I make a run for it! But between you and me I know I wouldn't do anything like that.... well really i'm not that fit.... i'd be lucky to run to the end of the car park before breaking out in a sweat... yet alone making it outside the friggin Park! So off we go for that little drive home just in time for the misses to go off to work, and it's time to start getting dinner ready..... these little buggers never stop eating.