My Goodness do I need a Holiday
Since I’ve switched to working six days a week in the summer holiday (blehhhhhhhh) I literally haven’t seen my family for longer than a day. It’s also taken a toll on my blogging time. So, I’ve done what any man in their early thirties would do; loaded Spotify, found a Vengaboys megamix and switched on the laptop. The Vengaboys are back in town people.
I have just returned from a week away in France with Wifey (Jen), The Boy and of course Baby N. I thought I would share how we got on as a ‘baby’s first holiday’ blog, just with a contextualised title in my best French (I got a C in Spanish GCSE).
Firstly, I want to say how freaking awesome holidays are. Personally, I still feel like I’m holiday even after a few days at work as there’s still toilet roll at home we pilfered from the French bathroom before we left.
We love a bit of camping in France. Unfortunately, we don’t have a campervan at the moment so thought a static caravan would be the next best thing. The caravan was for two reasons, one, financially it’s pretty cheap if you get it right, and two, camping can be anything you want it to be in terms of active/sloth like and you have no times to adhere to for dinner of an all-inclusive shit fight.
We chose to go with a family we know well. The Boy is the same age as the The Girl from the other family (I was her teacher in Year 1 too) and The Smaller Boy is as mad as a box of frogs but very cool, the parents are good family friends and a good laugh. Deciding to go with someone meant we could offload The Boy if Baby N was having a breakdown and would just mean he could have as much ‘nine year old time’ as he wanted. It was also great for adult time and sharing the cooking as we were self-catering. We found we could have the monitor at ours or at our friend’s van whilst we ate outside. This meant just popping back to the van if she squeaked at any time. This is something we could absolutely not do if we stayed at a hotel with a restaurant.
The Long Way Down
Our first worry was of course the drive down. With Wifey being her usual cover all bases twice self, the car was serviced and given four new tyres. I once drove 2000 miles around Europe with a friend in a van I bought for £400 on eBay…
Baby N does sleep in the car but we knew it would be a six to seven hours driving. She actually slept most of the way and even a bit on the ferry in a sling. This however backfired when we hit the hay on the first evening. A combination of a lot of sleep during the day, low quality sleep in her car seat and a new environment meant about five wakes throughout the night. Thankfully, she settled for the other evenings and was an absolute hero.
The caravan was great. It was simple, but it was clean and much bigger than a hotel room at a similar budget. We did however have issues with getting the temperature and clothing right for Baby N. Being male, I tend to be hot 98% of the year and will always have the window open to sleep. As the temperature dropped during the night in Northern France with a clear sky, we had to eventually put her in a sleepsuit with the radiator on. This of course set the temperature at least 57°C too high for me so I cracked the window and didn’t tell anyone.
Let’s go to the Beach
With the temperature likely to hit 30°C at the beach the days we had a chance to go, we were concerned about the Chinese shit bag of a tent wouldn’t offer enough protection from the sun or for Jen feeding as some of the French gave the daggers when feeding in public. Baby N isn’t a massive fan of going out for the day, or so we thought. She actually lay comfortably on her blanket or sat in her Bumbo being nosy as she people watched. It seems she loves being out the house, just not in her push chair. So don’t forget your UV tent when you visit the beach, just not a Chinese one made of cheese that doesn’t like going back in its bag. The tent was of course nicknamed ‘The Tittie Tent’ for feeds.
Daddy or Chips?
There was a little bit of sharing the activities such as who went in the pool with The Boy and who had Baby N. We bought a little wetsuit for her and she experienced her first swim and first dunk which was bloody terrifying for me! We took our bikes and did half the journey each with Daddy having Baby in the car alone for the first time ever. This was until Jen got a puncture and I came to the rescue slaying several dragons on the way of course.
The best part of the holiday was of course spending it with my family. Forming a bond with my baby again was really cool, being at work so much made me realise I miss a lot. We were also treated to a new sound as Baby N copied us to make kissy noises. Now this didn’t come from us kissing her three million times an hour, but her watching us eat seven wheels of cheese every day.
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Click here to visit the local town’s website.