AS you’ll be well aware, this weekend was the hottest of the year so far. It was crazy hot!I’d been looking forward to spending the weekend outdoors enjoying the sun … but it turned out that wasn’t entirely possible because of the heat.
On Saturday we woke up with no plans, and as usual decided on a bit of a whim what we’d get up to. Stew suggested we head west to Tenby, so that’s what we did. We packed up some snacks for the boys, piled in the car and set off. Then realised we didn’t have the pram … and carried on regardless.
You’d think it would be impossible to forget the pram when you have a one-year-old – it’s pretty much an essential – but you might be surprised to learn it’s not the first time we’ve done it. When Santi was one, or maybe a little older, we went to Folly Farm for the day without it, so we’re used to getting by. Luckily Ezra is walking really well so he had a mixture of toddling around and being carried, plus it would have been tricky getting it down to the sand.
Anyway, we arrived just as Santi was getting bored in the car and about to kick off, and as Ezra was waking from a nap, which was perfect timing. We parked up and walked through town to the beach. We always head to Castle Beach, which is where boats to Caldey Island go from – when the boys are older that’s definitely on our list of things to do.
Going against everyone else’s plan to bake in the sun, we found a spot shaded by the rocks and next to a cave where Santi wanted to go dragon hunting … until we realised it was where everyone was taking their children for a wee! Oh well…
Someone had done the hard work before we got there and dug a big hole in the sand, which kept the boys entertained for a while. We’d stopped in Tesco for sandwiches as a picnic, which Santi decided would be a good idea to share with the seagulls … I don’t think anyone around us was too impressed with them swooping around, but he insisted they were hungry. I suppose he was trying to be nice.
We walked down the sand to the sea for a paddle and discovered the water was freezing! There was no putting Ezra off, he tugged on Stew’s hand until they were in the shallow waves and he was loving it … until one came up to his waist and he was drenched. That was outfit number one gone!
Santi made friends with an older boy called Lewis, who had dug a hole and was waiting for the tide to come in and fill it (I didn’t want to tell him the tide was on its way out). It’s funny, there were younger children on the beach but Santi is always drawn to older boys and girls. He asked if he could help dig, and played happily for a little while.
We stayed on the beach for around two hours, which was enough in the heat, and persuaded Santi to leave with the promise of an ice cream. As they were both wet, very sticky and sandy, we stopped on the grass to change their clothes and give them a wipe down. The view over the little island and sea was beautiful and I got some lovely photos while we were there. I keep saying it, but I think these are my new favourites!
Typical of our busy bubba, Ezra managed to fall head first into a flower bed and cover himself in dirt!
We nearly didn’t stop off for ice cream as Santi was hiding in doorways and not listening when I asked him to stop in case he got lost, but he timed his apology right and promised not to do it again so he was allowed. That was the only point I missed the pram … when Santi gets a bit tired it’s easier to pop him in and push him along.
The town centre was really busy and no good for dawdling children, so we veered off down a side street to enjoy the ice creams. Tenby really is a beautiful town and I love all the pretty coloured houses. We only passed a couple of people once we were off the main street so it was nice and peaceful.
The day really did take it out of the boys and they were both asleep almost as soon as we started the car! Me and Stew always say we only get to have a conversation when we’re driving and they fall asleep, but there was none of that as I had a sneaky nap too!
I don’t know about anyone else’s toddlers (pre-schoolers?), but Santi does not wake up well from a nap anymore. He’s dropped his regular daytime sleeps and will only have one if we’re in the car. A combination of the heat and napping made him the grumpiest and angriest little boy ever. He screamed when we tried to bath him (Ezra laughed, which didn’t help), he screamed when Stew tried to put him in pyjamas, he didn’t want to eat anything, and was generally hard to deal with.
He calmed down eventually and it did end up being a nice evening – we went for a walk to the shop and watched the highlights of Trooping the Colour on TV. Santi loves it – he was pointing out Prince Philip and asking where Mam was (Mam is my gran and Santi thinks she’s the Queen).
I had high hopes for Sunday when I saw how lovely the weather was first thing in the morning. We’d found some flower seeds in the cupboard and went out the back to plant them after breakfast. It was so warm we quickly decided we wouldn’t go anywhere, but would play in the garden instead.
By 9.30am we were filling up the paddling pool. By 10am me and Santi had drunk a litre and a half of squash between us (if you’re worried about your child being dehydrated, fill up a jug with squash and ice – apparently it’s great fun to pour it out into cups to drink!). By 10.30am we’d piled on the factor 50 (we were mostly in the shade until then), and Ezra had thrown himself head first into the water, and by 11am we were back in the house because it was just too hot.
It seemed a shame to sit inside all day, so we did go back out to play in the yard, which doesn’t get the sun until later in the afternoon and was more bearable. I couldn’t believe how hot it was … stepping out of the house was like when you’re on holiday and the heat hits you from the plane doors.
I met my mother for a coffee and a sneaky look around the shops while Ezra had a nap and Santi watched some TV, and when I got back Ezra was on his second nap … I think the heat made him tired but he couldn’t stay asleep for long, so he had a few shorter naps through the day.
We attempted (again) to play outside, so it was more sun cream and hats on, and within five minutes of playing football we were back in the house and watching Trooping the Colour again.
Stew was working nights and abandoned us to cope with the heat at 4.30pm (still too hot to venture out), but my parents came to the rescue and provide entertainment until bedtime. We had the most amazing (indoor) picnic, my father got roped into playing shop behind the settee (don’t ask), and the boys eventually dropped at 8.20pm and 8.50pm.
So, what good came out of this weekend? Well, Santi can now identify Prince Philip as a young man, and Ezra can climb onto the table in the playroom if given a few seconds of freedom. If they’re not weekend wins I don’t know what are.