Grrr MN ate hAlf my post.
Kudos buck! I need to start supply boosting and stash building for Tuesday but my Lactaline only arrives when we get back if Amazon have managed to deliver....
Changing bags we have a skiphopdash in a stropy pattern that I clip onto the pram with a normal handbag for me and a lovely but £££ storksac.
tiny M loves our beanbags too! It's so cute when he snuggles into them.
Air travel does funny things to little tummies. I heartily recommend popping and airflow wrap around a sposie but even that won't contain everything in extreme cases. To give you some context the biggest poo in my family was my brother's explosive up the back effort necessitating a full skin out change at the top of Notre Dame. M has topped the Notre Dame with a Mauritian - up the back and out both legs or the nappy and airflow cover, through and down the trousers, onto Mummy's skirt and shirt, necessitating changes for the both of us. The nappy didn't stand a chance....
The hotel is heavenly. 3 beaches, 2 pools that we've used so far and 2 we haven't, amazing restaurants and a huge range of things to do, including a spa. DH and I have been playing tag team parenting - I go to yoga, he goes waterskiing, I have a massage, he gets a massage, sometimes we all hang out on the beach or by the pool.
Please note I don't usually sunbathe topless for fear of being stared at. Still, M needed feeding and I just didn't see the point strangling us both with a bikini top so I whipped it off. It shouldn't be a shock really on a beach full of naked breasts to see a baby attached to one of them....Turns put there would have been less gawping if I'd just sunbathed topless on the first place and put the bikini on to feed. Or maybe a burkha.
M has been a bit of a boo monster lately. Probably a combination of 16 week growth spurt, change in routine and teething. Before we left I went to the chemist to stock up on teething remedies. All baby medication is my job so DH has no reason to know what in earth the stuff I'm merrily pouring down M's throat is. I made the mistake of telling DH I'd given M Camillia before I went to t'ai chi on the beach (fabulous btw, really recommend it), he got rather concerned. He'd misheard it as chlamydia!
Now a complete non-sequitur...
It's well known that the French are food snobs. Noone does traditional cooking or poncey haute cuisine quite like them. In the military one is expected to attend and host dinner parties, which for a non- Frenchie is like repeated visits to the dentist. It's very come dine with me. Typically you'll end up with someone you were at the last dinner with and another couple. Host plus 2 couples seems to be the ideal. That way you always have someone else to bitch about the hostess with. Clever no?
You get points for presentation of the table and house (woe betide non ironed napkins), complexity of the food without making it look try hard, presentation of the food, taste, innovation (I have a spreadsheet to ensure I don't accidentally repeat myself), general hostessliness, wine, cheese... I wouldn't be surprised if there were score cards and a secret camera in the spare room too. 