We’ve got to that point in the summer holidays now, where the kids really could do with going back to school! They are bored: they’ve played on their bikes, they’ve rediscovered all their toys, they’ve made new friends, fallen out, and made up. They’ve fallen in the beck, and built a den, and taken picnics to the park. They’ve had water fights and movie nights, barbeques, adventures. We’ve been on holiday, they’ve swam, rock climbed, visited museums, baked cakes, made scrapbooks.
At this point in the holidays they often receive an invitation to take part in a scavenger hunt. A letter arrives, with a list of things they have to find- some things need to be collected and put in a shoebox, others you have to photograph.
So they are now planning where all these items can be found. A waterfall- Lancaster’s Williamsons Park! A shop named after a person…Booths supermarket! Off they go with their little camera…
The prize is tickets to the cinema. You know, I think they’ll win 🙂
Jo has been working flat out recently, on the Lancashire Science Festival and then away in London as she had helped pull together a team that were exhibiting at the Royal Society. As she’d not seen the kids awake for about 10 days (except when we were at the science festival!) we planned to have a family weekend away, spend some quality time together. It had to be somewhere close by, with lots to do, so we used the Caravan Club members offer- 3 nights at Haven Lakeside for just £50.
Friday was also school report day. I’m up to speed with the kids education, and felt confident that the reports would be good (and they were). So we decided to turn up at school pick-up with the caravan hitched on and -surprise- sneaky family holiday to celebrate good reports.
The kids were hugely excited. Is that caravan Henrietta? Are we going on holiddddddaaay??
Wonderful weekend of bike riding, swimming, bbqs, lazing around and enjoying each others company. The only let down was the amount of SClub 7 played in the ‘live lounge’, like being at an awful wedding 🙂
Home to a heap of washing and real life…
Today we used the promise of the Lancashire Festival to persuade (I say persuade, I mean bribe) the kids to tidy their rooms up. The newspaper advertising looked fab; lots of stalls were promised, a funfair, donkey rides and ‘family fun’. So we packed up the family and went to have fun.
Only one word can describe the event. Letdown.
It was apparent that the great advertising was due to the festival being put on by the newspaper group which had done said advertising. This annoyed Jo, as besides the fact that the thing could be done under the trade descriptions act, she has been trying to get the local press to commit to some free PR for the Lancashire Science Festival, and they won’t bite. Obviously, that is because they have their own festival. Which is lame.
Admittedly, it may have been better if the weather had been a bit brighter. One of the best bits of entertainment was watching people grip their gazebos and try not to lose them to the wind.
We had cupcakes and candy floss and a ride on a miniature bus. I enjoyed that the most (see pic..) 🙂
Next week is the Lancashire Science Festival. Jo promises us it will be fantastic. Should be, she’s been working really hard on it.
Blue alarm clock (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
It’s a good job I’m organised.
We had an alarm clock crisis this morning. Not mine, but Jasmine’s. She used to be a real lazy-bones, but this year has become competitive in the ‘getting-up’ stakes. We set her alarm every night and she happily jumps straight out of bed, gets dressed, skips downstairs and makes her breakfast. We’re still working on her ability to do her hair neatly (and without using every possible clip and bobble) but she’s getting there.
Logan has always been an early riser. And this is where the competition comes in. Jasmine wants to be awake before Logan. So she’s started changing her alarm…10 minutes earlier…15 minutes earlier…
But last night, evidently, she turned the dial the wrong way and got up 30 MINUTES LATER!
Amazing what a difference a grumpy little girl can make to your morning routine. She’s pouting and generally being a grotbag. Logan’s not in the best of spirits either, as she’s winding him up. And Leo had a poo just as we were leaving the house.
Good job I’m organised. And it’s the weekend tomorrow. Jo has promised to make meringues, nom nom.
Is there anything better than watching your children jump for joy?
I promised the kids new bikes once they’d demonstrated they could ride safely without stabilisers. At Easter they cracked it, so this weekend the bike buying commenced. Jo and I built them in secret on Monday night, and we stashed them in the shed for an after school surprise.
Logan is very pleased with the “oh my god full suspension!” and the “it has six gears! I can go up hills!”
Jasmine proud as punch with her grown up bike “it’s beautiful. Can I have a basket to carry my dollies?”
Standing at the end of the drive watching them ride up the street and out of view, so proud but also that little melancholy feeling that they are growing up 🙂 you know what I mean?