When it’s a Poole-Wain Holiday.

6am start and were basically packed. but we still aren’t on the road until about 7:15. Thanks to those the multiple accidents on the Monash freeway all our spare time at the airport for a calm breakfast was exhausted and breakfast on the march to our gate was the best we could do. Kelsie had to forgo a boost juice at the food court and a crisis of epic proportions was only avoided because Virgin Airlines have boost juice in a bottle as inflight beverage.

Daddy had to sacrifice his subway cookies to Kelsie and Ethan, because Kelsie couldn’t equalise her ears on the decent without something to chew on and Ethan had the FOMO’s.

When landing on the Sunshine Coast Ethan was convinced that he felt the plane turn and we had gone back to Melbourne. The similar looking airport and airplanes gave him a measure of doubt. He made a point of asking the ‘air hoster’ if we had gone back to Melbourne.

We left behind a tin of Ethans Sustagen drink powder to save some weight on the luggage. thinking we would surely be able to buy it at our destination… Wrong! Nowhere North of Brisbane seems to stock it. Hopefully Ethan will drink the alternative we’ve had to get on back order from the local pharmacy.

Picking up our hire car at the airport, Kelsie wanted to be in charge of Daddys suitcase because she was “strong and wanted a heavier one.” our allocated car didn’t want to be hired so we got upgraded to a hybrid Rav4. This might be our token win for the day.

Kim had a Mocktail, by the pool, with a large slice of pineapple decoratively wedged onto the glass. The bush turkey that stole the pineapple looked very pleased with itself. Probably only leaving the rest of the drink behind when it was startled by Kelsie’s scream of “Hey!”.

Despite Kelsie and Ethan fighting with each other about personal space. Daddy is a jungle gym and can and will be scaled at every opportunity.

Ethan is at a dangerous level of enthusiasm and lack of spatial awareness. Today he managed to almost knock over 2 people at the supermarket swinging his mini trolly, an infant in the swimming pool with his flailing legs. He succeeded in spilling a chocolate milkshake on himself at breakfast and knocked over a glass of water on the other side of the table at dinner. He also left the pool walking through all the possible spray/shower/sprinklers draped in his pool towel, so that it was soaked through before it had a chance to dry him.

Ethan has declared that the chips and nuggets at the restaurant here are better than McDonalds.

Kelsie asked to try a piece of chilli from Dad’s pizza at dinner. She happily ate the small piece of jalapeño. Then proceeded to drink all her apple juice, a glass of water and most of her milkshake without blinking.

After almost 3 hours of pool time and their latest night every (8:50pm AEDT) we pray they sleep in and not wake up at 5am QLD time. The Cows might not be happy.