As a family we used to go here a few times a year but our must do trip was Mothers Day. Every year we would book a room and stay the weekend. Indulging in leisurely bike rides, swimming at the private beaches, sipping bundy and diet by the waters edge (remember I had the boys with me hence the fact I was sipping the bundy not guzzling it) and treating ourselves in general to a relaxing weekend without a care in the world. Reality couldn't touch us here. There was no fighting, no sadness, no dark times, only bright sunny days and balmy nights that seemed like paradise.
Here it would seem our family could be the perfect unit that many thought we were all the time. The boys would try to push us in the water rather unsuccessfully of course and they would naturally end up in there themselves! The smiles and laughter were like rainbows to be marveled at and the memories of our times here are treasures that I keep tucked away for the days when thinking about our life as a family isn't too heartbreaking.
The boys would say the only thing missing on these trips was the fat dog (aka Gromit) I would gently remind them no dogs are allowed and Isaac would then pipe in with "yes and Grommy does love to chew his toy quokka he might do it to a real one!" The quokkas are friendly and don't mind being patted although one did mistake Isaac's chubby bubby finger for food when he was about three... There was a bit of a theme with me encouraging him to pat or get close to the wildlife over here, a black swan also took a snap at him!
Will miss 28 - Rottnest Island!
My goodness, the boys have grown so much in the past three years since those photos were taken!! And you've shrunk :)
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