Having touched down from the US last weekend it was nice to spend a few days in my own bed. Sometimes I think I’m a little crazy because I almost have this ritual that I have to clean my whole house as soon as I’m back for a trip and then again just before I go away. There is something about getting in to nice clean bed sheets as soon as you are back from a trip – no?
Moving on before you all think I’m strange… I can’t believe our little boy Rocco is now two. It’s official he has hit the terrible twos and we are potty training. I have made a couple of attempts previously but it hasn’t really worked because he hasn’t been ready. We are now seriously giving it a go and hopefully it won’t be long before I only have one lot of nappies to change. I’m keeping a little sticker reward chart, so he gets a sticker each time he uses the toilet/potty. People say boys are usually slower than girls so we shall see. If anyone has any tips they are most welcome to share!…
For Rocco’s 2nd birthday (13th November) and Alex’s earlier in the month (5th November) we were abroad so the weekend we returned Alex arranged a little party. Although it was a success we also had an experience that is every parents’ nightmare…
The party included a lovely lady who did some face painting which was a huge success as well as a soft play bus. It was basically a double decker bus that was kitted out both upstairs and downstairs as a softplay centre. It can pull up outside pretty much any property and it is brilliant if you don’t have a huge space inside your home, or you don’t want it to get trashed…
So after the hour and half hire finished and the members of staff told us the all children were all back in the house we presumed they were. However less than 5 minutes later we realised one child was missing… Where was Rocco?
Alex and I thought one another had checked him back in but neither of us had and there was utter panic as we tried to find him. My brother-in-law was half way down the street looking for him but Rocco was nowhere to be seen. ‘He couldn’t still be on the bus?’, one of the guests shouted. Yes that’s exactly when he was, on the top deck happily playing. The organisers were disgusted that they hadn’t cleared the bus properly. Rocco was still there playing as the bus was moving along and Alex and I felt sick. Apparently it had never happened before and it CERTAINLY won’t be happening again. Rocco was completely oblivious but it was a very scary experience and something I never wish to repeat.
Just two days after our little drama, Alex and I boarded a British Airways flight to the island of Mirihi in the Maldives. It would be our first trip away without the children.
Some parents might question this, then many others suggest that a short break away as a couple without your children is a healthy thing to do for all parties. Alex and I obviously fall in to the second category and the fact that we have a doting family back home who wanted to look after and spend time with Rocco and Tahlia put us at complete ease. Of course we are missing them but we know they are having a great time and they aren’t actually missing us at all.
The Maldives is one of my favourite places on earth. The islands are like beautiful gems that are scattered in the Indian Ocean. It’s the perfect place to rest, relax and recharge and there is simply nowhere else like it.
My full report on Mirihi will feature in my next blog and I will also be writing a travel feature for a national publication. In the meantime below is a little taster of what it’s like… www.mirihi.com.
That’s it from me for now, the hammock is calling!