on our island

breaking the routine

        When papa called on Friday afternoon to tell me we were spending the weekend by the beach, I swear i did a little dance. Georgie was off to his grandmother’s for the night so that gave me plenty of time to pack for me and a busy 16-month old. I change him on average twice a day and that’s not including his pajamas. So the point was not to not overdo it with the packing…but then again, we’ll be at the beach, I thought to myself, which means he’ll be needing at least two shirts for each day… Next, snacks! And nappies for the water! Anyway, I like to think I didn’t take that much for one night.

When we last spent time in a hotel was when Georgie was six months old. Er. Totally different ballgame today. We could’t keep him away from the pool and he insisted on climbing the stairs of this beautiful outdoor bar where we met some friends for a drink- or in my case, freshly squeezed orange juice. Yes, it was exhausting; at some point on Sunday, while we were at the beach, I felt like crying. It was so hot and sand was EVERYWHERE! including Georgie’s mouth, my sandwich and our water! We called it a day at around three and headed home. Poor baby was soooo tired – he slept six hours the previous night, so relaxing and falling asleep was hard for him to do. But sitting back that night, I thought how much I really enjoyed being a mummy. I am here to take care of my baby, love him and provide for him. But I’m also here to help him explore, develop curiousness and show him the world, which, at times, is a really cool place.

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