Alex has learned a new trick and I don’t like it.
He has learned to shoot his poop out at us while on the change table. It was bad enough that he would practice a career as a water feature, but this latest development has made changing him a dangerous occupation.
Yesterday I was pooed on, peed on and vomited on by our son in a matter of minutes. This morning we were wiping poo off B, off the furniture and the carpet.
At least he gives you the cutest looks as soon as you remove his dirty clothes. And we aren’t alone with this problem.
Yesterday wasn’t all about the bad stuff, however. We took a drive down through the bushland and temperate rainforest of the Royal National Park to Otford. Soon after you emerge from the park there are magnificent views of the Pacific Ocean on your left and a corner store called Otford Pastries on your right.
Along with some hot meals, devonshire teas and really good milkshakes, the store specialises in apple pies. The pastry of the apple and black cherry pie slice we ate for dessert there was the best I’ve ever had, full of cinnamon flavour. Unfortunately, the pie we brought back for dinner with the in-laws wasn’t of the same standard, but I’d still return for more.
There is also a resident blue-tongued lizard inside the shop, the couple that run the place feeding it scraps of fruit. It’s a nice little spot for bite after a drive through the National Park or along the spectacular coastal route between Sydney and Wollongong.