A man called Ben

There was a man called Ben.
He may of liked men?
When It came too Poo.
He knew what too do.
Tip it out and make stew.

Camping shennanigan's part 1

We've been very busy, very stressed and very under sexed. So enough was enough we decided to take a weekend off and go camping. Although if you talk to anyone from my work I was layed up with diorrea and a migraine. It's funny how you never get questioned further when you say you have the runs. Anyway. We arrived to find a young Malcom Douglass, A.K.A. Ben Andrews had already put our tent up and blown up our mattress, which was fantastic even though everything was backwards this would make a great home for the next few days and it did. The first night was pretty uneventful apart from Malcom doing his first of many nudey runs.

I'm going to be dead for that. But there are a few single mother inlaws that read this blog and I'm sure they wont mind a bit of flesh being shown. (Malcom is available for private party's). We awoke on the first day to bacon, eggs and jack daniels. Fishing was the first order of the day for the kids. And they did well. Once again Blaze came out firring, casting and retrieving on his own he caught his first fish for the trip a flathead.

Not to be outdone Kai got in on the act landing this nice little bream.

Meanwhile a little blue eyed man was quietly going about his business. Before long Angus was amongst the action landing his first ever fish.

Fishing done it was time for the big boys to have a little play. Alcohol fuelled ideas started floating around and before long we had come up with the idea to tow something behind the boat. Malcom was voted as guinny pig (against his wishes to start with but a few drinks latter he was invincible). Clothes on this time he hopped in his boat ( plastic box) to embark on an adventure down the mighty Poona creek ( get pulled into a rock under the water of a dirty Poona estuary ).

Blaze had more luck with the "Boat".

Seeing that Blaze was having more success seemed to spur the older boys on a little bit and before long we had the lid off Malcoms esky and he was skipping around behind the boat like a big lure. I wont put the video on but take it from me it was a fuuny site seeing his legs overtake his head after a big face plant.

Quick snack and back into the water. This is Noah enjoying his favorite sandwich nutella on bread.

This "BEAST" is hmmm yeah well bit lost for word's actually. Suddenly being under sexed is no longer a problem. "Is that half a cow wrapped in bread?". Umm moving along at this point might be best.

 A quick nap and back into the shennanigans......... No that didn't help, as cute as Angus is I can still see that last picture in my head as I'm sure you all can. I might stop the blog on that note and go and get rid of the sic that is building up in my mouth. If no more blogs follow think the worst, that hunk of meat between the bread was how I met my fait. I'm off to have a shower I feel so dirty.

"Lammys"

Lamingtons great idea? 3 small children, dessicated coconut and melted chocolate the making's of the mother of all messes. I guess mummy ( the one with the bright idea in the first place ) thought because the little master chef actually had all the master chef get up, he would be able to handle a task like making lamingtons. Many smarter families refuse to buy "Satan's favorite treat" and here we were going to make them. What ensued was not kaos as you might expect but 3 small boy's led by the small master chef actually working together to quickly and most surprisingly quietly make these little treats.

Noah melting the chocy with his little outfit on.

Once again Noah delegating all the shitty jobs to his older brother.

All the terrors getting involved at this stage. I think the making of the "lammys" has taught the whole family some valuable lessons. They are as follows.
1. Clothes do make the man (well in Noahs case anyway).
2. Don't underestimate the speed in witch the kids can carry out a task (lamingtons got finished really quickly once they were told they could lick the chocolate bowl).
3. Clean hands good, dirty hands = runs.
4. Don't leave to go to work 1 hour early just to avoid mess, cause it will still be there when you get home just in another form.

"Watch This"

Boy's, need I say more. We spend a fair bit of our time at the beach, the boys are learning to surf and body surf and now it seems Flip. That's right Flip. I cant remember what it was like to be 6 years old but I'm pretty sure I didn't have this overwhelming urge to run up and do flips off things (I do now but mainly when I've had a few too many beverages) and by thing's I mean at school off a pile of chip bark, at home off the couch and now at of the eroded sand cliff's at the beach. " Hey dad look what I learned at school the other day". Thinking it was going to be a new joke or how to fold one of those paper things that tell you your future or tell you you eat snot, me andthe boy's gathered around Kai to listen intently for any new found word's of wisdom. No word's of wisdom just this "Watch this" so off this little danger mouse ran up the dunes and without a thought for his own personal safety straight off the cliff in to some half pike knee tuck flip thing. Brilliant the school has had enough of him all ready and told him to jump off a cliff or at the very leased go brake your neck. So as any responsible parent would do I asked him if he could do that again but at leased waited until Igotthe camera. He was very obliging. So here it is. That may or may not be be laughing in the background.

Not to be out done Noah decides he's going to try to better his older brother but with very little balance and not really the physic to be doing somersaults of high ground it all ended badly. "Quick dad grab something" I don't think the camera was what he had in mind but it was here and the towels and the fresh water were all the way over there, so being the responsible parent I am, I took only a few photo's laughed a bit then cleaned him up. Poor little man.