Travelling with Children
Have not blogged in a while as have been on holiday. These are just one or two things to note from our travels..
1) Flying
I always said I wasn't going to be the mother who bribed her child with food to get him to behave. However I did take one or two goodies onto the plane in case of absolute, dire emergency.
One packet of skips, two tubs of raisens and a bag of buttons later I realised I'm never going to make super mother of the year, and we hadn't even taken off.
Nine year olds aren't much better flight companions; I determined that The Boy's ears weren't popping at all, and all his moaning was merely a ploy to get more and more Fox's Glacier Mints.
I exaggerate - it wasn't all that bad, but then it was only a short flight, and the two of them were kept largely entertained by the taking off and touching down. The Other Half and I were able to placate The Kid by passing him between us when the seat belt light was off.
2) The Beach
You don't need me to tell you that sand and toddlers don't mix. The beach may have been the single greatest thing that The Kid ever dug his pudgy mits into, but all it took was a quick rub of the eye to reduce him to sobs for fifteen minutes afterwards.
He also wasn't overly impressed when, in an effort to wipe one or two grains of sand off his tongue with a sandy hand, he filled his trap up with most of the beach.
I have to say that the sandy dribble that he wiped around his mush did give him rather a fetching 5 o'clock shadow effect.
The Boy ran off for an impromptu paddle in the sea, but neglected to remove his sandles, or even his pants for that matter before wading waist deep in the water.
He had to sit in the car, naked apart from a damp T.Shirt and my coat all the way home, which he found hilarious.
My tip of the day would have to be that if you're going to the beach, carry a couple of bottles of water in the car, purely to use for rinsing sandy feet and sandles. The Boy and The Kid's legs were covered in half dry sand that would have been really irritating to them on the way home, as well as leaving the car full of the stuff.
3) Money exchange - beware of cowboys
I know nothing of exchange rates, and very nearly took The Boy up on his request to swap some of his sterling for some of my Euros. I should have known it was yet another one of his attempts to extort money from me.
He offered me £40 in exchange for fifty of my Euros. The little toad assured me it was a really good rate. Glad I checked first as it was only worth just over forty one Euros, and I'd have been a tenner worse off.
If you can't trust your own son, who can you trust, eh?
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Laura Yates - Brummie mum Laura Yates is a 27 year old mother of two from Kings Heath. She gives her take on family life in the city.
Sounds like you're having a great time. :-)
Hope the weather is better there than here, and as for the boy, Dan said does he get it from his mum??
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Haha, that sounds like a riot! - Ive emailed this post to my sister who's about to travel abroad for the first time with two toddlers, give her an idea what shes in for!