...and they'll swing and swirl and whoop and grin and refuse to go home for tea. After a successful trip to Alien Rock with Holly on Tuesday, I was hoping to revisit with both of them today, and introduce Louis to the joys. Post-school mobilisation, however, proved problematic so we returned to the park to make another rope swing instead. At least my knots are improving...
Friday, August 17, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
On The First Day
Today was Louis' first day at school. Admittedly he was only in for an hour and half, but he took it in his stride, queueing up when summoned and waving us off without so much as a quiver of the bottom lip. He looks so smart in his uniform too, we left the classroom all puffy-chested with parental pride. Holly, starting in P4, set off promptly and walked to school herself as if it was the most natural thing in the world - which of course it is. For the sake of nostalgia, here's a wee reminder of Holly's first day.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Kings of the Swingers
Last Monday of the school holidays, last Monday of Louis' pre-school era, and last Monday of - er - the weekend. We took a rope, a tree, and a bit of wood, and made a swing. And what a swing it was, I could barely persuade the kiddies to go home for tea. The tree swing marked the end of a splendid weekend where we'd had Sam and the Stirlings round for tea and drinkies on a sunny Friday, pottered at Harlaw on a breezy Saturday, and dined al fresco at the splendid Café Cassis in Newington. A fitting end to the - notional - summer.
Monday, August 06, 2012
Feeling Gravity's Pull
Another summer holiday week, another Monday of distracted parenting and light supervision. The electrician arrived at 9. While I showed him around the house, Holly and Louis had constructed a pile of mattresses and were throwing themselves off the windowsill onto it with unalloyed joy.
Weekend at Grandma's
We flew down to sunny Essex last weekend, there to spend a few days punting, pottering and playing. The kids stayed there for the rest of the week, for the first part of their London 2012 spectating schedule. Helen and I came home and went to work as usual, harrumph.
Friday, August 03, 2012
España - Tardes
In the evenings, we'd generally have a leisurely dinner cooked on our own barbecue, and hang out in the warm early evening light. Occasionally, we'd go out for dinner but we never really found the authentic tapas experience we craved. It didn't really matter. After the kids went to bed, it was still warm enough to sit outside sipping beer or Rioja until it got dark.
España - Cañas y Helados
After a long afternoon in the sun, we'd typically retire to the nearest bar for an ice cream and a cold beer. Or three.
Thursday, August 02, 2012
España - Paseos
Some afternoons, rested and refreshed after a wee siesta, we'd go back to one of our 16 pools. Other days, we'd visit a beach on the Mar Menor, the mud baths at Lo Pagan, a water park or zoo, or hire a bike and ride around the salt lagoons looking for (but not finding) flamingos.
España - Mañanas
We quickly settled into an easy rhythm on holiday in Spain. Mornings were spent in one of the resort's 16 pools. Each one was different, some were busy but most were quiet. We didn't quite manage to visit them all, but both kids' swimming came on a treat. After a busy morning in the water, we'd retire to the house for lunch and a wee siesta in the hottest part of the day.
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