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There is a group here in Turkey that is delighted that I’ve landed. That would be the entire insect population of the holiday resort we are at.

After days of scratching and being covered in bumps I paid a visit to the Doctor who informed me I am allergic to the insects here.

Lovely.

Little Z and OH have escaped completely as they seem to prefer feasting on just me. They don’t even seem to mind my scary hair that now resembles an unravelled birds nest. (As Monica from Friends would say “It’s the humidity!!”). I look more sun dried than sun kissed.

I don’t mind though. I still look (sort of) glamorous sat on my sun lounger mentally making my most important decision of the day; would it bad if I had 3 desserts?

Little Z is absolutely loving it and I think he would like us to live here permanently. His most favourite thing ever is the evening entertainment that he refers to as “Dancing”. We get asked a few times a day, “We going dancing??”. You can see the disappointed on his face every time we promise “Later”. Once he even had a full blown tantrum because, to him” the concept of “Later” means about 30 seconds after he’s been told. The dance troupe that performs here wave to him each night and toss him playfully in the air. I think they have taken as he insists on dancing on the floor directly in front of them each night. He then has his own dance on the stage as people are leaving for the night whilst OH and I wait patiently, flagging, and try to coax him off. Little Z is never to tired though and simply points to other parties we pass on the way back to our room. We think we have a party animal on our hands.

Of course, the restaurant staff are amazing too but the best thing ever is the continuous tantrums and the cries of, other, annoyed children in the restaurants. This fills me with genuine relief and ease. I don’t stress about Little Z acting up, not that he does too often, and being in the company of others that don’t bat an eyelid at a small child having a Defcon 1 level meltdown is pure bliss.

So life has slowed down for a week and whilst I scratch myself away to nothing and try to make my hair look presentable. I’m pretty sure there is a hair pin up there that’s trying to escape.

Wish You Were Here…

If you read my blog last week you will know about the OHs excitement at discovering that there was a Trunki in the universe that resembled the Lotus F1 race car (well, as much as a Trunki can!). Personally I wasn’t quite sure we needed one just yet and Little Z couldn’t have cared less. He’d never heard of a Trunki and was much more interested in removing all his clothes and blowing bubbles outside.

After much “Shall we? Shall We? Shall we?” (from the OH), we decided that it would be fun for Little Z and the OH attempted to reserve it. He even paid Argos a visit and that’s when we (or rather, he) got the bad news. They are not available to buy till the end of June. He was gutted. I was sad for him. Little Z was perplexed at Trunki-gate. We had a mini-dilemma on our hands. We go away on on holiday on Tuesday and it meant either going without or choosing one of the other models. I wasn’t actually too fussed either way but it was evident it had taken a strong hold on the OH.

He eventually smiled again when he picked Bernard the Bee. A very bright, very smiley, yellow number.

Bernard arrived home this week and Little Z has taken an instant shine to him. He carried and pushed him around at first not realising he could ride it. The OH seems happy too albeit occasionally looks a bit wistful. I think maybe the Lotus will join us one day. Just not on this holiday.

It’s hard to believe that Little Z will soon be hitting “Two and a Half”.

He is still very much my baby, to the point where we still call him “baby”. He always defiantly tells us his name is “Little Z”. He doesn’t like pet names or his name shortened.

He is fiercely independent and wants to do everything by himself. Yet at the same time, when we are out somewhere, he will come running to check that his mummy is still there waiting for him to finish playing.

He is ultra mischievous and charming all at once making you try very hard to keep that straight face whilst telling him off.

We know we have a little ball of energy on our hands, one who we know will love sports. And climbing. And throwing himself off things.

It is amazing to see he is already his own person and sometimes we catch glimpses of him trying to leave the toddler stage and become a little grown up all too quickly, walking with his hands stuffed in his pockets pondering something important.