Categories: family
Date: 23 September 2008 21:23:36
We are just back from a "holiday" on the IOW. Although I'm not wholly sure that the definition of the word adequately covers what proved to be an exhausting week staying in a dusty thatched cottage (not good for Son's asthma) with my parents, brother + 38-week-pregnant sister-in-law + their toddler, and my sister + brother-in-law + their 4 week-old baby. Very little sleep was had. And days crammed full of educational trips out left little room for naps. Still, we had fun.
Daughter spent much of the week disappearing up the dangerously steep staircases as soon as my back was turned. But the award for inventing extreme sports has to go to Son.
Son can create total chaos just by uttering the words "Look, Mummy". On this occasion we were in "Amazon World" (think exotic animal zoo) in a darkened "tomb" (seriously cheesy with fake coffins) looking at bats. Brother was busy trying to take a photo of a bat hanging upside down. Daughter was getting bored and trying to wriggle out of her pushchair. And then Son innocently says "Look, Mummy". I turned to see what I was meant to be looking at. Do you think he wanted me to took at a bat? No. He wanted me to look at him. All innocent-like he turned around to show me that he'd pulled his trousers and pants down at the back and was mooning the general public. Occasionally Son sports a bit of a builder's-bum look but never has he intentionally exposed himself before. I called to Mr Standard, who was closer to the little darling, to rectify the problem. Son was grabbed and his trousers sharply pulled up. Unfortunately, not keen on this idea, he tried to run forward and succeeded in a spectacular nose-dive onto the floor. So then, still in the middle of the darken tomb, Mr Standard is trying to comfort the injured child while I am calmly trying to explain to the same boy that it's not good to pull your trousers down like that.
And of course, we now keep having to explain to our friends back home why Son has a grazed nose.