We have embarked on our first holiday abroad since becoming parents. The thing with being on holiday with a baby is that they neither know nor care that you’re on holiday. Holidays of old meant drinking excessively, laying about in the sun and reading, for hours on end. Our holiday now revolves around trying to keep a tiny dictator happy, and for vast amounts of time; he ain’t happy.
We have come to an apartment in Spain, my parents are lucky enough to be here for a month so we’re staying with them. The apartment is nice, but the decor theme seems to be ‘pointy and dangerous’, my parents have moved/hidden as much as they can to make a safer environment for their grandchild but there’s only so far they could go. William is highly skilled at finding something pointy and or dangerous and hurting himself on it. Shutting fingers into drawers is a firm favourite. This rules out completely sitting and relaxing. We need eyes on William at all times! It’s very warm he’s which is fantastic but it makes for one very crabby baby, he doesn’t like having sun cream applied and as he’s one there is no way to reason with him. Just a frequent battle to apply it to flailing arms and legs. William is ‘sleeping’ in a travel cot in our room, no reading in bed because we can’t turns the lights on, no talking in case we wake him up and no nookie in bed.
There are lots of new things for William to see and explore so often, he won’t nap. This makes him tired and SOME SORT OF DEMON CHILD. Yesterday he was vile. I nearly cried. Hubs and I wanted an evening together, it took hours to get a tired William to stop screaming and go to sleep. My parents urged us to just go but it wasn’t fair to leave them with him. When we finally got him down it took about an hour for me to unclench my teeth!
It’s not all doom and gloom, sometimes he is his usual womderful self. After a hot walk today we’ve kept him in our room with the air con on. He’s pulled all my (clean) knickers out of the drawer and ran round the bed laughing and waving them about. It’s not an activity I’ll encourage but it kept him occupied for a few minutes. He’s currently having a nap on daddy, daddy is also unconscious. I’d like to join them in a family nap but I’ve got knickers to pick up…
In other news;
I’be become addicted to breadsticks
I need to to somehow teach a one year old it’s not appropriate to pull mummy’s dress up in public
Although Ive so far managed to escape a mosquito bite, my feet appear to victim of a midgey feeding frenzie.