The vows

So, as part of our wedding vows DH and I promised to have a life of adventure. Terrified of an average suburban rat race existance, we vowed to do it differently and asked everyone there to remind us of our vows if we were ever found to be pouring over dishwasher catologues, watching neighbours or polishing our cars. If we ever started manicuring our lawn, it would be a clear reason for divorce as life had clearly not worked out as planned.

 Since our DS (now 3) was born we have been to Woodford Folk Festival (with our 3 month old,) Peats Ridge Festival, Wollombi Music Festival, Cairns twice visiting friends, Vietnam for 3 weeks, a 2 month Kombi road trip through the desert to the Northern Territory and an outer Vanuatu island for 3 weeks. We have camped with our little babe in a tent, spent 2 months living in a Kombi, camped under the stars in the desert, swam in hot springs, hiked through Nitmiluk National Park with a 10 month old on our back, bathed him in buckets, had a gastro inflicted 1 year old in hospital in Vietnam, been crock spotting in Far North Queensland, cooked over campfires, kayaked (pregnant) through pitch dark underground caves in Vanuatu (with 2 year old DS strapped to our back, wondering where exactly the line between adventure parents and stupid parents was,) hiked up a waterfall and swam in cold rock pools in Vanuatu, swam and snorkeled with turtles in deserted got-to-be-photoshopped beaches, driven around islands in old WW2 army jeeps... but we're still feeling kind of suburban.

Since DD (7 weeks) was born, I've had super itchy feet. I've been trying to entice DH to temporarily give up the rat race and go on a family adventure. Getting carried away with tales of riding through Mongolia on horses, or living in the tiny ashram in Gangotri India that we love, buying a big fuck off 4WD and camper trailer set up and exploring Western Australia, I bore him with my visions of endless sunsets, surfing, cooking on campfires, breaking our kids out of the suburban existance I'm so scared will be ingrained in them for life, he's still not convinced
So we've made another family promise - that we'll go camping once a month. Get out in the bush, or beach, or at least the bloody backyard and teach the kids to make a fire, cook something burnt and ashy and watch the stars.
We're also shooting off to Bali in Feb, for our third visit, but first with little people. Help me to resist the terribly average resort-kids-club-buffet option and go on a real adventure
In the meantime you'll find me in the 'burbs, juggling two kids, cooking delicious healthy food for my family, washing nappies and dreaming of the wide open road :)