18 Days of Summer #6
Sitting down to write this whilst all the rest of the familiy are asleep in bed (I am sat in bed next to the hubster who is fast asleep), I am very tired after a busy day, but I feel very blessed. Today was one of those days that my heart just feels so full, full of love, joy, pride of how blessed and lucky we are to have such amazing children.
As I mentioned last week at some point, I’ve been asked to sing at a funeral tomorrow of a good friend. They wanted me to play piano and to sing, but I know that I’ll be emotional and it’s been a while since I’ve accompanied myself for such an occasion, so I called a friend yesterday to see if they mind playing for me, then all I need to do is sing. He kindly agreed, he was a friend of the gentleman that died too, so he saw it as an honour and a privilege. However, this meant that we would need to practice, so as we finished the conversation yesterday, we arranged a practice today at 10am.
A friend recommended a hairstyle for the girls to try today – the ‘mermaid braid,’ I definitely have not perfected this one, but the girls loved it and the tighter version I put in Shayla’s hair survived all day, and looked great when they were playing in the water. Definitely would recommend as a swimming do.
The girls had a go at drumming too, I think we’re going to need a music room instead of a playroom as these children get older.
Isis sang for Keith, a friend of my parents who helped me record an album of songs I wrote at 16. It was such a special moment, I sat down at the piano and played Katy Perry’s ‘Firework’ and she just went for it. I was so proud that she didn’t go all shy on me, she shone like the little star that she is, and Keith said that he will gladly record a song for her for free anytime that she wants. So lovely, we’re thinking of maybe doing a little family album of songs for Grandparents for Christmas presents. I know James’ parents would especially adore a recording of Isis as they’re always trying to capture her on their phones when they come up to visit.
We left our friends home and went back to our holiday home (my parents), I made and packed up a picnic, James had snagged some bargain priced roast chicken the night before as Booths were closing up, so I made chicken sandwiches. We took apples, raisins, drinks, and some Peppa Pig muddy puddle chocolate bars too, and off we went on our travels. We decided to go on the bus to save on car parking at the other end and headed to St Annes on the Sea.
We went to visit Nana at work, she wanted her work colleagues to meet the children and then we were off to the paddling pool near the beach to eat our picnic (I was hungry by now for sure). The girls munched down all their food, Judah had fallen asleep as we were getting off the bus, so he napped as they played for a while and then was able to join in. He’s potty training at the moment, so as soon as he woke, poor child was put on the potty, then had his sandwiches – which I have NEVER seen him shovel down so fast as he was so excited to go and play in the water.
The weather was warm but as we were on the seafront it was VERY windy. Judah was shivering but refusing to come out of the water as he was having so much fun. Ended up making a judgement call after about 20 mins of them all playing that they would all come out and we’d head to the trampolines. My mum had finished work and had come to join us by this point. We got them all dry and back into their clothes and off we trekked.
As we were walking down to the trampolines, Judah spotted ‘the beach’ well, he wasn’t happy, screaming and performing because he wanted to go on the beach ‘like it beach!’ he kept screaming. Obviously, I didn’t want him to be sad or feel like he was missing out but I knew that he would love the trampolines and nobody else wanted to go on the beach today (we’ll be going another day). He was tired from all the playing in the water and trying to keep his body warm. So, into the Bugaboo Donkey he went. Ooh, he wasn’t happy, lots of screaming, lots of typical stares from people walking past, assuming that I must be throttling my 2 year old. He watched the girls on the trampolines and had to calm down dramatically before I would let him even contemplate having a go.
He did eventually calm down and he loved his time on the trampolines, he has a little one in the playroom at home, and he just loves to jump. He had a great time. When his time was up (it was £2.50 for 10 minutes), the screaming recommenced as he didn’t want to come out. We had told him it was ice-creams next, which meant that he walked off the trampoline of his own accord, but then being 2 changed his mind once there was no more bounce beneath his footsteps. It’s hard being 2.
Again, he had to calm down, this took longer as there was an audience, we knew he’d had a lot of excitement and was upset so he couldn’t go and choose his ice-cream until he’d done a wee on the potty. Not normally a problem for him, but he decided all of a sudden he was embarrassed to go on the potty (which he had done several times already that day). Nana and her friends left for a coffee (don’t think they could cope with any more screaming) and he focused on my voice then, calmed down, went on the potty and was able to choose an ice-cream (he went for an ice-lolly) to eat on the walk back to the bus stop.
He walked all the way back to the bus stop, it took us about 25 minutes with his little legs, and then when we got off the bus at the other side, he walked all the way back to Nana’s house, about 15 minutes for his legs. When we arrived home I realised how proud I was of him and the day he had done, no accidents all day, even though we were out with multiple distractions, how far his little legs had walked, for the first time ever really. We had been aiming to go to the Blackpool church service our church is running at the moment, the children wanted to go, but again we made a judgement call, they’d been out in the sun all day. They had been so well behaved and we would be pushing our luck to try and take them to church for a 7:30 service.
So, we stayed in, got a chippy dinner and watched ‘Matilda.’ The children had a wonderful day and were telling me about their favourite parts, Isis’ and Judah’s was the trampoline, Shayla’s was the paddling pool. I had a lovely time realising how blessed James and I were, and look forward to more days out. We are a third through our days now, and that makes me sad, but still 12 days to go. Tomorrow I am singing at a funeral, so it won’t be the most fun of mornings/early afternoons, but then we will go into Blackpool to do something fun, so I’m looking forward to that.
I’ll leave you with a little clip of the crazy children doing an impression of their Father falling off the roundabout the day before, but for some reason in the water.