you can now fly directly to Madrid from Larnaca with Cobalt, which is great and one of the main reasons we decided to take this trip with the two older kids. Switching flights with kids in tow is not my idea of fun. Danny stayed behind with our family who was fully equipped with 81 bags of frozen breastmilk! more than he would go through in one week but I wanted to make sure he would not go without.
georgie's mummy
I had this blog post, about my two day holiday without any kids in Athens, planned out two weeks ago. But then that horrible thing happened and I didn’t have the heart to post anything.
A few months ago, during a usual busy evening with the exception of being heavily pregnant, I was huffing and puffing, folding clothes, picking up toy cars up off the floor and rushing to get dinner ready when I heard Georgie talking in his room. Loudly. It was 8.30 and he was supposed to be in bed. Manically, I made my way up the stairs, fired up to give him a scolding. But then I stopped. As I came closer to his bedroom door I realised he wasn’t talking. He was reading.
James will be two in a couple of weeks. Which means we’ll be right smack bang in the middle of toddlerhood and the terrible twos stage hopefully coming out the other end unscathed and unscarred. Soon. Days with this little dude are anything but boring as you can imagine if you live or have ever lived with a toddler. He runs on an endless amount of energy, rarely sleeping throughout the day except for a quick nap in the car while I do the school run. But man, the boy can eat! Before the clock hits midday he’s already asked for two snacks and another bowl of cornflakes.