baby wayne

on christmas eve otis, kimberley and i flew to coffs harbour. tom kindly drove us to the airport. otis is now a relatively seasoned flyer and, despite the smallness of the seats, enjoyed the journey.

as we stepped onto the tarmac at coffs harbour we were hit by a wave of heat that seemed - apart from one stormy evening - not to dissipate for the entire week.

this heat lent itself to doing not particularly much (i must point that at the time of writing this entry i am beseiged by the sound of a terrible covers band belting out khe sanh at some house party around the corner) so we spent a lot of time doing sudoku puzzles, nibbling on christmas cake and going to and from the beach.

otis' paw paw (grandmother) came down from nerang to visit and we had christmas lunch with otis' tai tai (great grandmother) and otis great-uncle ken. tai tai was up at the crack of dawn to make sure the enormous chicken was roasted and that was enough food for at least fifteen people. lunch was pretty much ready to go by 11.30 am but somehow we managed to prolong the commencement of the meal to a time vaguely resembling the lunching hour.

otis enjoys time at lunch with paw paw.

otis was quite taken with the beach and one afternoon enjoyed a sleep while his parents took turns to swim in the beautiful ocean.

otis on the sands ...

of course, otis apparent enjoyment of the beach may be an illusion caused by the presence of the camera which is guaranteed to cause smiling and squawks of delight.

tai tai was quite taken with otis and much time was spent engaging him in conversation, snuggles and other forms of entertainment.

from coffs harbour we made our way to sydney on an extremely small plane - again, this did not seem to bother otis who celebrated by spilling water and barbeque shapes as widely as possible.

stay tuned for the adventures of otis in sydney ...

Great reading, keep up the great posts.
Peace, JiggaDigga

Hi Justin,
am a wee bit intimidated by this comment business, can you just give me your email address? You have a damn cut baby, and I am glad he is called Otis, not Wayne as I first suspected from the web address.
I am not much of a recreational web user,(as you can probably tell by my first-time-comment-nerves) but I do find your blog very entertaining. If you could email me at jessie@jessietucker.net I'd love to catch up,
Happy new year,
x
Jess