Continuing last weeks post about our staycation, I want to share the laughs we had for the rest of that week. Although, we may not have laughed. We may have wanted to throttle our sweet little angels and bang our heads with a pebble. Only occasionally. The rest of the time we were drinking wine.
On the Tuesday we visited our nearby steam railway. The same one our son dropped pants and peed in a short while ago.
We spent the entire day beach-hopping, visiting fun-fairs, amusements, drinking hot drinks (because it was still gale-force winds with a chance of rain) and eating fish and chips. We didn’t spend much time lounging on beaches, I’m not sure why because the weather didn’t put us off the previous day. But we had plenty to cram in on this day, we had 2ps to squander and fun-fair tokens to burn.
Our toddlers aren’t that into 2p machines just yet. They enjoy holding the pot of coins, pouring them on the floor and placing each one back into their little tub. Which isn’t practical when they set up in a walkway and are having to be climbed over. They were quiet though and that’s all that matters. I think it’s fair to say us adults enjoyed the machines a lot more than the children. Grandad Firstooth chose a machine that never stopped winning. Until eventually, it did stop winning. Granny Firstooth made 16p by simply finding stray coins. It was a productive day.
When we took the kids down to the funfair our big one chose the rides he wanted to go on. He loved every second. Our small one, who has been attached to my hip throughout our staycation, decided she fancied a go too. She let us know by planking and letting off a high-pitched squeal.
We chose a ride both of our baby beasts could go on together, one that neither could push each other out of, or try to escape from. It was a train that drove round in a circle. The first two times the train went round both children had beaming smiles on their face. The third time we saw our girl coming back around, she had a picture of pure fear on her face. Terror had struck. The ride had to be stopped and our boy lost his little train buddy for the next few circles.
I had to include a compulsory train picture. The name of the train is Doctor Syn. Although when we said this to our son he said “No, no no, no. It’s not. It’s Peter” from Thomas the Tank Engine.
The Wednesday I wanted to host a Mexican night. So I spent the morning with Mr Firstooth and Granny Firstooth preparing the meal, while everyone else went to the cinema. We agreed that once their film had finished we’d all meet up at the nearby bowling alley. We’d just show up, in the middle of half-term.
Every lane was booked. No bowling for us.
That evening the Mexican was a huge hit. I was so pleased, I always get a little nervous cooking for others. What if it’s too spicy, disgusting or undercooked, is all that runs through my mind. Each dish was cleared though, so I either didn’t make enough or everyone enjoyed each bite. I hope it’s the latter.
This is the thanks you get for hosting a meal. Along with lots of wine. We must host more often, aren’t they beautiful.
Thursday would be our final full day with our visiting family, so we had to make it count right?
In the morning we tripped over the Battle Abbey, near Hastings. Aunt and Uncle Firstooth and their teens have a love of history, so this trip made complete sense for them. It sort of made sense for us at first, the kids would be able to run around. Then after a projectile vomiting incident before we arrived, we both agreed that was a sign from God that this visit wouldn’t make sense for us.
With our best efforts, we couldn’t scrub the potent cheesy smell out of our son. Our girl also decided she needed a good whinge every now and then and refused to walk. I had a whinging toddler attached to my hip and Mr Firstooth had a stinky toddler attached to his.
The best part of this is that we paid for the privilege of listening to them complain, moan and cry before everyone had enough and we left. Sometimes, we have the best intentions and our toddlers couldn’t care less. Their goal for the day is to see who can make mummy go shouty first.
After a fruitless visit to the Abbey we headed down to the beach at Hastings. This is one of our favouritte places to come as a family.
We fluked a decent parking space and wandered off to meet up with their Grandparents.
The kids had fun at the fun fair first. Another fun fair. Another small disaster to accompany it. Both kids wanted to go on the merry-go-round. So we all sat in a carriage and waited for the ride to start. Only it never started. It was as if the ride operator sensed we owned toddler terrorists and held the ride until they eventually started their meltdown. Then once I admitted defeat after trying to placate each child, the ride started. With us watching on from the sidelines.
Our boy enjoyed a few other rides before we headed down to the trampolines. Always a hit. I hardly wet myself at all too.
Then after a little frolicking on the beach we headed back for dinner, enjoying our last evening meal in their caravan.
Although the weather was rubbish, the best weather day of the week was high-winds and intermittent rain, we had a really great week. I would definitely have a stay-at-home-holiday again. Hopefully we will!
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