What’s The Story: Family Holiday
If someone had told me 4 years ago that taking a 3 month old on a two week holiday to Spain, to stay in a tent, in the summer didn’t seem like a good idea…I probably wouldn’t have listened to them!
We planned the holiday before Meg was born, sure that she would manage and that we would cope. Six adults versus one small person?
Let’s just say that the first few nights were spent cringing as she woke at 11pm, 12am, 1am, 2am, 3am….screaming her little bald head off. We would do our best to comfort her and quieten her down but would hear the other tents opening with the tell-tale sound of the zip going up and would just wince.
Fortunately Meg did eventually settle down and we managed to enjoy a holiday of lovely firsts; going in the sea and playing in the sand, going on a plane (kind of a big one!) being cooed over and handled by lots of Spanish women who were fascinated by her lily white skin and falling asleep whilst being carted around the swimming pool in an inflatable ring.
This is one of my favourite pictures, taken on the last day of our holiday. It’s just a shame that there had to be bare-legged man standing on my shoulder!
I’m also not too sure that I would disagree now that it is certainly a challenge to take a small baby to a hot country!