When In Sydney – School holidays Begin!

So we’re on Holidays! Yay!

I planned a whole pre-amble to the holiday post thing last week but it was crazy – I worked full-time to compensate for taking 2 weeks off, so by Saturday we were still not packed.. Or holiday-shopped for. To make matters interesting, in my optimism for the great things I was to achieve on Saturday morning i did not account for the usual Butter Disasters. Like for example the fact we woke up to a power outage… and were booked to go to my kid-free friends for lunch in their very chic, very breakable home.

Going shopping (but not trying anything on but footwear) without a shower is one thing. With brushed teeth, washed faces and perfume, we were simply a day at Versailles circa Marie-A. Turning up with grubby kids, sweat patched clothes and a certain pong to Coco’s is a very different thing all together. I mean, she has white couches (yes, I know I have cream sofas, but it’s still not the same).

The holiday truly almost did not happen. Ben decided while taking a stroll in the garden he would do some bush-tukka trials as well…. Needless to say, while we sat there on their chic back porch sipping chardonnay and winding up desert ( Mississippi Mud Pie, don’t you know), watching our offspring prance all over their lawn, all ” Oh look… yes *smug smile* terribly cute offspring… bright too, yes there he is already taking up horticulture… Em wait *remove Chanel sunnies, wine glass crashing to the table*, what is he eating?!!! Babycakes *already sprinting across said manicured lawn* Ben, Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

Descriptive enough for you.

Turned out it was some harmless berry growing grass. Toxic only to dogs and cats. Hopefully not small children, I mean 3 days later he’s sitting happily on the floor rifling through my make-up bag. As long as he doesn’t eat the lipstick, we should be alright.

*pause blog post to retrieve make-up bag*

But yes, here we are in Sydney. having a jolly holiday.

First day, caught up for dinner with friends, at a pizza place. Using the term Pizza joint very loosely, it was a great start to the holidays – Merlot, seafood and pizza. Family favourites.

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The next day – last minute decision to head to the book kitchen for a screening of “The Book of Life” thanks to Frank PR for 20th Century Fox. The kids had their faces painted and watched a movie, giving me a break to catch up on calls (about to start some reno at the house) and reworking our itinerary. It had been forecast as a rainy week but it was sunny and warm all of a sudden. it would have been foolish not to take full advantage.

I finally met with mummytotwinsblog who is glowing and growing pregnancy number 2 but baby number 3 nicely. She was a fount of information including good parking, which I am finding is a bit of an art in Sydney.

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So we took in The Domain boardwalk along the border of the Botanical Gardens.

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We viewed the Sydney Opera house

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We took in the bridge

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We stopped for Lunch – walking is thirsty work. Nothing like a few bubbles to revitalize tired feet very quickly. Trust me I’m a doctor. I kid…

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Lunch was magnificent. Pan-fried Barramundi… yum..

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Then Ice creams and a ferry ride.

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Dinner later was at the Woolich Pier Hotel – pub grub. Again term pub used very very loosely. yes it was a pub set up but the atmosphere and decor took me to new York. What else would one expect for “NSW pub of the year 2014”?

 

I’m Betty, and Butter is a story of a full-time suburban SAHM ( Stay-At-Home-Mom) who practices Medicine in her spare time. My life heavily revolves around Babycakes, my husband, Bobby and Ben, my children and an acerbic tongued pug D’Artagnan.

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2 responses to “When In Sydney – School holidays Begin!”

  1. Ahh, the Woolwich Pier Hotel. Definitely a favourite of mine. I used to live in the area.

    SSG xxx

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