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Sunday marked a fun day for kids in Nicosia. Apart from the Flying Away Festival, Little Kickers also had a little something planned at one of the parks. It was a hot and humid day made bearable by the big old trees and the shade they provided but everyone managed to have a lot of fun. I still feel Georgie is too young to enjoy half of the activities I try to get him involved in but he does seem to enjoy himself. Even if that includes staring at strangers and insisting on throwing all the felt tip pens in the air. Having said that I am noticing how much he is taking in- I wish I could explain this to him because a lot of the time I feel we’re not communicating. He is beginning to observe and COPY! ALOT! The other day, I gave him a tap on the head with a little box while we were playing and before I knew it- yes, you guessed it- he was whacking me AND THE DOG on the head! He’s definitely more lively now than he was six months ago but I can’t help but melt like butter every time he puts his arms around me or pats his chest when I hand him a snack. When he knocked over a stand full of stickers in a bookshop today, I wasn’t even thinking about picking them up. The first thing I said to myself was That’s it! No more kids for me. I swear. Sometimes it’s just so hard but then I think of all those little girls I see and how I still hope one day I will have one too. Who doesn’t want an excuse to put on fairy wings and jump around? (er, what?) To be completely honest though, I feel absolutely fulfilled with my little dude. I am grateful. I feel lucky. And I love him. So very very much.
I’ve been considering enrolling Georgie in some kind of class. He’s only 18 months so choices are limited but something did pop up in the form of Little Kickers. I’m sure you’ve heard of it. An international brand, it helps instill in little ones self-confidence, co-ordination, control and the sense of camaraderie. The 45-minute class included an abundance of small balls, lots of aimless shoots and a fun game of running back and forth with cones on our heads. No, that wasn’t part of the class. That was Georgie’s version of the class. So how did he do? Well, just as I expected he couldn’t sit still and insisted on doing things his own way and no one seemed to care. I thought he would stick out like a sore thumb but other children were just as active- with their mothers running alongside them- and the coaches were cool about that. What I’m trying to say is it was free time. Kids were encouraged to just be. I like that. I didn’t feel restricted and neither did my child. It was a Saturday morning spent doing something different and getting active. Thanks for that guys!
Life has been good this past week. We headed to the mountains on Sunday, where Georgie will also be spending a week with his grandparents while mummy and papa get some alone time. We found a gorgeous tavern sitting on a mountaintop complete with a treehouse and really good food. I think it’s called Adventure or something. There’s also a paintball field and ice rink. It’s just outside the village of Kyperounda. The next day we went to the beach and stayed there for three days. I’m not kidding. We were at the beach ALL DAY. With the exception of naps and rest, for the most of our little holiday Georgie was covered in sunscreen and sand. Pity I forgot to be so vigilant with myself- I haven’t been sunburnt in years and now I’m heading into my thirties I’m pretty sure signals bad news for my skin. But thankfully, nothing affected us, not even Georgie’s routine being thrown off. My little dude was in a delightful mood and enjoyed everything. From the different types of food he tried for the first time- salmon sashimi and prawn crackers!- to his very first roller coaster ride and carousel ride. And yes, I was the goofy mummy with her iPhone taking pictures and recording videos that I’ll probably never watch because you can’t actually see Georgie.
I wasn’t too keen on the idea of taking Georgie to a waterpark- a wild toddler amongst swimming pools is what I call NERVE-WRACKING!-but I am so glad we did. It’s a new family ‘tradition’ we have had every summer for the past six years-maybe even more and this was our first time as parents -last year at only five months old, Georgie stayed home. It was also the first time Georgie felt the flutter of jumping into a swimming pool. He kicked his legs and stretched his little arms. These moments…