So we collectively went on the holibobs and after a 6 hour trip home (for just 200 miles) I do not have the energy to be hilarious or effort making... therefore this blog post is bought to you with multiple images and occasional bullet points..
First things first... a weather report
2nd... I need to add a cute case I can ride on to my 39 things... I mean COME ON why do adults not have these?
3rd... after toddler pimping my car for all forms of entertainment allowing for a nap that said toddler refused to take... I prepared a snack box a la lad baby style (he is right tool boxes for snacks rock) - no this was not a balanced diet but it got me 5 minutes of not being yelled at by driving and I'm okay with that..
of course toddlers be toddlers and teenagers be teenagers... so I was forced (FORCED) to stop at a certain chain of burgers for the piece and quiet it got me (slightly longer than 5 minutes)
NAWWWWW (please note I am exceptionally nostalgic about my middle baby not being here and off on his new adventures at uni)
Turns out that for all Mum and Dann going on about me not being a morning person neither is a good 60 percent of my family as witnessed in the first morning photos. Tara does not count because she is a freakishly cheerful person who just proves the rule...
Cosima, Dann and I met Anxious the Elephant - Dann cracked jokes about what the world was coming to and would we be meeting depression the donkey as well (we didn't). I was a bit worried that after last year and the toddler hating on anything with a giant head (understandable) that Cosima was going to freak out but it turns out if its pink and helps you make a jungle shaker then its all good... even if she did nearly dive off the stage in her excitement
Cosima and I also got a bit concerned about the fact that clearly our pinteresting abilities were much higher than the average holidayer and not only made our own jungle shaker but scored additional sparklies too..
Day 2.. also reaffirmed my morning person theory:
We went swimming a lot... now I don't swim for numerous reasons and I insisted that this holiday would be no different.. turns out that a mixture of slimming world and the toddler finally broke me... I wore a swimming costume that was too big (and I was smug) and I got in that pool.... turns out (like everything else) that the toddler is a total water fiend and gets very angry when you take her out...
and of course we had to do a 1st for Baby Kain (who for the rest of his life will always be Baby Kain rather than just Kain) so we got him a swim float which also doubles as sombrero... I'll let you gauge who wore it best...
and while we are comparing there was also the giant chair of doom....
Tara got a bit obsessed with toilet brushes and pooing... evidenced here by the lecture she gave Ethan about pooping...
We went to Yarmouth for the day...which featured eating stupid amounts of bad food and the sealife centre... turns out the babies can only be entertained for a certain amount of time..
and any beach visit comes with mandatory ice cream (and kisses)
and then of course we did family bowling.... it may or may not have got a bit competitive... well until some people got bored... (yes I totally wish I had stolen her shoes)
speaking of competitive... there was a series of evenings in which we learned a lot about each others sense of humours and how important it is to win....
Baby Kain was particularly cute....
and cousins be cousins
Apparently I had my own bed...
we also love a people bed (still)
Mum learned a valuable lesson...
There is a conspiracy theory about the ever moving pegs (to be discussed in a future post) but enough for me and mum to feel the need to take photos to send one another...
Another who wore it best in a sunglasses swap...
Tara realising she has to feed the baby AGAIN
and seaweeds standard we have to do stuff face?
The oh my god our baby is leaving mandatory photos...
The you can't take a Whovian anywhere (I am not explaining this get an upgrade)
Shoe covers for hats... (and duck face)
Beach day....
TICKETS....
Seaweed takes you for a walk never the other way round...
Mum gets very excited when you give her a no drama llama
All the junk food and arguments about being a big girl or silly (there are no other choices)
Going home. stopping for wee break 3482709 and realising your baby boy left home
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