Report of a holiday ...
One of the latest comments received asked me to tell about my fantastic holiday ...
fantastic holidays are those on the way back to the nostalgia they make you cry ...
Mine was a vacation ... "Ordinary" ... the beach, kids, sun, sand, ice cream after dinner ...
And maybe that's what makes it great ... The newspaper with my children, the opportunity to be with my husband all day without work commitments, the breakfast that lasts half an hour between the laughter of children and the disaster that every morning left me under the table ...
... Getting to the beach and sprinkle with sunscreen and then see them after 30 seconds of sand as a breaded veal cutlet Milanese ...
... The joy to take them in water and slowly teach them to swim with the arms can only groped, what a laugh I got when Peter bevendosi half the water, he said, "Mom, this water is a little salty ...
The hard struggle to get used to Peter not to pee in pannolo ... And 'this was a difficult task ... !
The first day of beach, it was pissed on 5 times and I always looked shocked and bewildered air, then one afternoon I took off the costume for the rinse before rising and with a terrible scream gave me a heartfelt cry for help "Mom ... I get the water out willy !!!!"
I realized that I did not know what it meant to "pee"
And so we started trying to tell him and every time he told me the tree and watered every corner of the country (model dog ), we are to praise him and clapped their hands ... Including little sister, which happened every time "... see, you're grown up ... you can come to kindergarten with me ..."
It still rides after dinner in the country, the many many many, too many 50 cent. spent on the rides ... the cone with chocolate that invariably dripped on your shirt ... The numerous castles made of sand and crushed their legs, first friendships between children on the beach ... The walk along the seafront and the children vying for those who saw more fishing boats ...
And finally, our (mine and my husband's) greatest achievement ... Remove the ass to kids!
E 'was difficult, they sought him all the time, the evening Gloria employed almost 2 hours to fall asleep, turning round and round on his bed with the usual sing-song "... I want the ass ..." but in the end We did it ... It is now a need to go and Tuesday, returning from the sea, we attacked them with a rope, in the cab of the truck Dad ...
My vacation ordinary, extraordinary events where small and great, ended Monday, the kids are back for the last week of kindergarten, the truck driver returned to his exhausting shifts, and I to pay stamp duty and registration reviews ...
Probably there will be other weeks this summer at sea, but my little moments ordinary / extraordinary live them every day, and then ...
"LIVE ON VACATION FROM A LIFE, WHY 'NO ...
BETWEEN AN UP AND DOWN BECAUSE '
A REASON THERE' ... "