I love school holidays for all the obvious reasons; no morning rush, time with my boys and just the general feeling of not having to be so organised around packed lunches, tea times and housework, before you start questioning my credentials as a wife and mother, I do, do housework and feed my family, it’s just a more relaxed affair! But the biggest plus for me is spending time with my sister.
She left our little village at the tender age of 19, never to return. (sob) Instead opting for the dizzy heights of middle earth, Oxford. I always expected her to return to the fold once she’d left university there but as fate had it she met her soul mate, married, had children, and they chose to remain in Harry Potter county and who wouldn’t, it’s simply stunning and if there was anywhere else I’d want to live, it would be there. Our children are exceptionally close, just like my siblings and I so, we do feel the pang of separation and 6 weeks is usually just enough time before we’re ready for a reunion. The great thing about her home comings, is that it really doesn’t matter what we do or where we go, our children are just happy to be together, so we tend to keep it simple and do basic family fun days out on the beach no matter what the weather. We’ve spent gloriously sunshine fuelled days and camped out under brollies when the weather hasn’t been so kind. .
Luckily though, this week we were granted another sunny Devon Winter beach day, even managing the first beach picnic of the year.
It was the first Devon beach picnic Baby R had the pleasure of and seemed to adapt to the idea of al fresco dining very well.
The older boys, meanwhile, made full use of having the beach to them selves with a game of hide and seek. I love that their imaginations come alive and they resort back to some basic childhood fun.
Tween has been poorly since Friday, but the fresh air really seemed to brighten his spirits and it was lovely to see him up and about.
Even Teenager joined us which was a rare delight. He’s stuck in the crux of spending time with the adults and enjoying play with his cousins. This is where I’m really noticing the age gap which is a shame as it’s never really mattered until this last year. He is, however, fantastic with little ones and isn’t afraid to be seen cuddling his baby brother in public. He lasted all of 45 minutes with us before skateboarding off to call on his friends. I never insist he stays with us all day as I totally understand his perspective and there’s only so much girlie banter and gossiping he can take. I’m just glad of the little moments he does spend with us.
Even my toddler niece joined in with the fun. The poor thing is surrounded my boys; a result of which, she can be silly and rough tumble play as much as the boys.
Un luckily for her, she also gets subjected to hair styling and girlie play by my Mum and I, she’s got a whole life time of this ahead of her though as she brings up team pink on a solo mission.
After our picnic, we headed up to the cliff top gardens so the kids could carry on their game. I remember as a child, trying to climb onto this old winch and playing the same game of trying to stay put while everyone else jumps on. Some things just never change, except maybe for the fact I haven’t got a hope in hell of getting up there now!