Life in a Caravan: Cairns

We always said we’d never get a caravan.  That’s not real camping, we said.  No way.  Taking a house with you is not camping, we scoffed.  But this isn’t a camping trip.  All of the kids have done tent camping (TurboBug as a baby!), and we’ll make sure they do more of it. This isn’t camping.  This is life, lived on the road.  We do our schooling, our laundry, our car maintenance.  We get eye exams and haircuts.  We do our maths lessons, and let the toddler play with the manipulatives.  We play with our Lego and hang our towels out to dry. We grill our sausages and have family movie nights. We enjoy the playground at whatever caravan park we find ourselves in. The things we miss?  There are definitely things we miss.  One thing is birthday parties.  So every once in awhile LadyBug will decide we need to have a party.  I think we’ve had four so far.  She plans the games, prepares the activities, gathers the snacks.  There’s always some art involved. Wait, wait, stop.  I know what we’re supposed to do next.  Pass the parcel!  Which she has prepared ahead of time using layers of paper and loom band bracelets as prizes. And so we get a taste of birthday parties that we miss.  (I love her freckles.) A couple of Big Things we found in Cairns: a Big Marlin and a Big Captain Cook. Yep, a Big Captain Cook.  You have to wonder what the story is behind some of these! And lastly, this little guy loves to help with toilet duty.  It has wheels and a handle which means it has toddler written all over it.  So he’s been helping out with it since day one, much to the delight of the other guests at the caravan parks!  He certainly doesn’t mind what’s in it, these bodily functions are quite fascinating at this age.