Bluestone for February 2015 half term

Until this week we were Bluestone virgins.

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We’d done Centerparcs on a number of occasions – in fact child number 4 was conceived at Longleat – and we wondered if we’d go full circle and she’d be born there too when we returned for the husband’s 40th with friends and family 36 weeks later. The husband very helpfully pointed out that the animal keepers at the next door safari park would have lots of experience of delivering babies whilst I was looking for the nearest hospital just in case. We looked at Centerparcs for February 2015 half term and the prices were extortionate – so we thought we’d try other options.

One friend has raved about Bluestone in Pembrokeshire, Wales for years – but I have to confess to thinking she might not be completely independent as she’s Welsh!! However, a number of other friends have visited in the last 12 months and have all said how great it is (and are all English!) – so we thought we’d give it a go as it was less than half the price of Centerparcs for this particular week.

We booked 2 lodges next to each other and headed off with my sister and her family, my parents, us 6 and our wonderful nanny.

Our 2 lodges
Our 2 lodges in the Welsh sunshine

Interesting (not actually that interesting really) fact for people travelling to South Wales from Birmingham – the husband went M5 / M4 – I went M5 / M50 / M4 – and after both stopping at services once, we bumped into each other (not literally – that would have taken some explaining to the insurance company) at Cardiff Gate on the M4.

We had paid extra for early check in at 1pm rather than the standard 4pm. Unfortunately housekeeping didn’t have one of our lodges on the early list. So we all camped out in one and had lunch there whilst the other lodge was prepared. I called guest services – and they said they would refund the extra cost I’d paid. Within 2 hours I’d had a handwritten note apologising, confirming the refund and delivering 2 bottles of wine – now that’s what I call customer service!!

The lodges are great! They don’t have the add on luxuries of some of the swish ones at Centerparcs (no games room or hot tub or sauna) but are really well appointed and have all the kitchen utensils etc you could need (although the frying pans aren’t non stick – so that made pancake day ‘fun’!!) My guess is they fall somewhere between the luxury end and standard end of Centerparcs (not that I’ve ever stayed in anything but swanky at Longleat or Sherwood Forest!!)

The views from our lodge were amazing. There was a real feeling of space between lodges – you definitely didn’t feel on top of each other.

The view from our lodge in Preseli View
The view from our lodge in Preseli View

We’d also paid for a Welcome Hamper to be delivered – and a cake for our son whose birthday was during our stay. Apart from being delivered to the wrong lodge (our own fault for having 2 I guess!) it was great.

The activities were brilliant. Some of the party did Sky Wires, more of us did Woodland Warriors and then Catapault. The staff were friendly and fun.

The photos are a bit like 'Where's Wally?'
The photos are a bit like ‘Where’s Wally?’
One of the very high Sky Wires
One of the very high Sky Wires
Loading the trebuchet (not quite as big as Warwick Castle)
Loading the trebuchet (not quite as big as Warwick Castle)

My particular favourite was Woodland Warriors – basically laser quest through the woods.

Our team - the Killer Leeks
Our team – the Killer Leeks
The husband taking it seriously!!
The husband taking it seriously!!
My brother in law's military training (mending helicopters) wasn't that helpful.....
My brother in law’s military training (mending helicopters) wasn’t that helpful…..

In fact I loved it so much I am no longer going to be an accountant, I’m going to be an assassin!!! (And as a friend on Facebook pointed out – probably most assassins are self employed – so at least I’d be able to do my own tax return…….)

Assassin v accountant?!
Assassin v accountant?!

We also ‘enjoyed’ the Adventure Centre on one of our wet days – when it was very busy.  There is a softplay for the littlies, and then an adventure playground type wooden structure that you’d expect outside.  There are some arcade games, mini golf, a bouncy castle – and then The Big Four – The Swing, The Drop, The Wall and The Skytrail.  My eldest daughter and her 14 year old cousin did all 4 and loved them – the only complaint would be the seeming lack of instructors meant they had to wait quite a long time (literally 30 minutes even though they were first in the queue) to go on them.  But it was a wet day, and the middle of the day – so peak busy time I  guess.

Mounting The Swing
Mounting The Swing
The swing being released!
The swing being released!
Climbing 'The Wall'
Climbing ‘The Wall’
Waiting for 'The Drop'
Waiting for ‘The Drop’
Eldest daughter, son and niece on the Sky Trail.  Not crying.
Eldest daughter, son and niece on the Sky Trail. Not crying.

My 10 year old decided he wanted to do the Sky Trail again – but no one else would do it with him – so despite being scared of heights, I volunteered – there were loads of little kids doing it, surely it couldn’t be that frightening?!?  WHAT AN ERROR OF JUDGEMENT!!!  It was PETRIFYING.

Just starting the Sky Trail - and swearing
Just starting the Sky Trail – and swearing

My arms are now black and blue with bruises from clinging to a cargo net for dear life.  I stood crying on one platform (although my husband thinks this was a ruse to get a hunky instructor to come and rescue me!) and then it took me about 10 minutes to psyche myself up for the final zipwire (which was about 20 feet – and nothing compared to what the others had done on the Skywires the previous day!).

10 year old deserting me to the DOOM of the Sky Trail
10 year old deserting me to the DOOM of the Sky Trail

Given the weight limit on the course, the only member of our party who could have rescued me at the zipwire was our 3 year old – so I had to suck it up and be brave – but I will NEVER do it again!!  (I should point out at this point that the kids loved it, and don’t have a bruise on them – it’s just not the right thing for an overweight, height-phobic, 40 year old to do!!)

Being rescued by a hunky instructor (young enough to be my son!)
Being rescued by a hunky instructor (young enough to be my son!)
Quaking with fear
Quaking with fear
Finally braving the zip wire
Finally braving the zip wire

The pool area is a little dated – and could do with a good paint to get rid of some of the rust (but this is obviously a problem with chlorinated water – even the water park at the 5 star hotel we went to in Dubai at New Year had rust issues!!) I was also surprised that the general public were also allowed in as well as Bluestone guests. The pool itself is not huge – and there is a bit of a void for children from about 3 years up to 110cm tall (when they can go on the rapids / slides) – so I can imagine some youngsters getting a bit bored.  Sometimes when it was very busy we had problems finding a changing room / locker / queuing for slides.  The fact that lots of lockers were out of order didn’t help.  My only photo of the pool area is of our youngest having a strop in there – in fact it was suggested by a Facebook friend that we could have an A-Z of places that she’s stropped – so here are a few just from this trip!!

C for changing rooms
C for changing rooms
S for stocks
S for stocks
F for fence
F for fence

The shop is quite small and certain things aren’t easy to buy (dishwasher tablets being an example, you can only get them in packs of 3) but there is an amazing array of beer and wine – so the husband was happy!! It’s not cheap (£46.25 for a bottle of Veuve Cliquot champagne – good job we brought a crate with us!!)

We also stumbled upon (literally – there had been prosecco involved!) a vending machine selling mlik / butter etc – how ingenious!  (From a distance we thought it sold wine – not that we needed any more anyway!!)

The diary vending machine
The dairy vending machine

You can hire golf carts here to get around the park. They seat 4 adults and 2 kids – so couldn’t fit all of our party – but were very useful for running around the little people and OAPs. (Mum will take exception to this as she walked everywhere!) The only negative is the lack of charging points – there was only one in front of our group of about 12 lodges – and people would ‘bagsy’ them overnight meaning no one else could charge – so on one occasion we had to take it down to a charging point in the village itself to be juiced up.

On the golf buggy
On the golf buggy

We used the takeaway service on the first night and it was excellent – the pizzas were HUGE (we saved the leftovers and they fed us all for lunch the next day!)  On the Wednesday evening we went to Smokey Joe’s Shindig down at Camp Smokey!  This was great fun – and involved dancing on the tables, and eating fab BBQ food.  We all really enjoyed it – and the brown team were the best (** this is the face paint, we weren’t all just minging **)

Dancing on the tables at Smokey Joe's Shindig
Dancing on the tables at Smokey Joe’s Shindig
We were the brown team!
We were the brown team!

The only other venue we ate at on site was when my sister and I and our husbands went to the fine dining option ‘Carreg Las’.  I had been told by someone it has the air of a business convention building – and it does. No real atmosphere at all – and quite purple, so we were expecting Lenny Henry to pop up at any time!!  But what it lacked in atmosphere it made up for in customer service and great food and wine.

Bluestone also benefits from the nearby beautiful countryside and coastline. We took advantage of a sunny afternoon to head of to Tenby beach, half an hour away.

Tenby selfie
Tenby selfie

I am not a massive fan of the beach in summertime (sand gets everywhere) but even I quite like it when fully welly-booted up!

Welly boots + sand
Welly boots + sand

Although my 13 year old nephew did strip down to his pants…………

In the sea, in just pants, in February!
In the sea, in just pants, in February!

So in summary, we had a fantastic few days away.  I would say that Bluestone is the much cheaper, more laidback, less frantic, more relaxed, Welsh cousin of Centerparcs.  It’s definitely on our list to revisit.

Note – this is not a sponsored post, we paid for our trip and everything we did whilst we were there – I just like to overshare!! 

Happy 10th Birthday to my favourite son!

So the boy turns 10 today. Finally caught up in years the weight he was in pounds at birth! Yep – he was 10lbs 4oz and was delivered naturally!! I’d gone in to discuss being induced as he was late (he was due before my Dad’s 60th – but arrived afterwards – I was obvs sweetness and light and not at all a moody mare at Dad’s birthday celebrations……) and they told me I was in the early stages of labour and so sent me home. So husband and I went to the pub for lunch and a glass of wine (whilst I was having contractions – as you do!) and then headed back to the hospital in the late afternoon. The midwives seemed to think I was dealing with all fine and just left me – without examining me. I then suddenly felt like I needed to push – and was still wearing my tights! Now Daphne in Neighbours may have been able to give birth through maternity tights (early 90s soap reference there!) – but it is definitely not the norm. Quick exam (won’t be too graphic here) but he was on his way. This was at 6.50pm and we were watching Hollyoaks. At 7pm – in the midst of pushing – I made sure the channel was turned over for Emmerdale – priorities and all that. A few minutes later out came our son. He was still in the sac and wasn’t breathing. It was horrific. The emergency button was pressed and like a scene in ER the room filled with staff who quickly sorted him out for which I am eternally grateful.

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We’d found out at the 20 week scan that there was something wrong with his kidneys – quite a common problem (and it had fixed itself before he was 6 weeks old) but this meant he immediately had to have antibiotics, and we couldn’t leave hospital until he’d done a wee in a test tube! Now there’s a photo that I won’t post on here (see, I can show some decorum!)  Instead, here is his proud big sister coming to see him for the first time in hospital.

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Today he is double figures – not my baby boy anymore (although don’t tell him I told you, but he still has ‘snuggle’ in his bed who is pictured with him above!) My boy is growing up into a handsome, charming, clever, witty, sporty, loving, caring, sometimes annoying, cheeky young man!  He is a brilliant big brother, a slightly less brilliant little brother and our best ever son. (At which point he groans ‘I’m your only son Mum’ – but I never tire from saying it!) He is definitely a mini-me of his father – which could make for an interesting next decade!!

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Happy Birthday handsome, love you bucket loads. xxxxx

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Out of the mouth of babes….

I posted the other day some random things the 3 year old has said, well, she surpassed herself at the dinner table last night!

For context:

D is my eldest daughter (11),
L is second child (9, but 10 next week!) and the only boy,
E is the 4 year old, who doesn’t feature in this tale, so must have been behaving well and eating nicely
G is the youngest at 3.

So, I am busy doing ‘Mummy jobs’ (putting away the washing / checking social media!) whilst the kids are eating their tea and I hear:

D: “Mummy, Mummy, L called me fat”
G: “You’re not fat D, it’s Mummy that’s fat.”

Great………….

It’s a good job she’s cute.

 

Georgia

Random musings of a 3 year old

When I started this blog one of the things I wanted it to be was a record of stuff that the Price family get up to – so we’ve reviewed places we’ve been, taken ridiculous #wickedWednesday photos and done various brain dumps – but the blog does look like it might turn into a list of books I’ve read if I’m not careful.

So – before I forget – here are 2 bizarre things said by the littlest Price this week.

1. I asked her if she wanted me to do her hair, or if she wanted to do it herself. She looked at me, incredulously, and said ‘Mummy, I can’t do my own hair because my arms are attached to my body.’ Right! Must make sense if you’re 3!!

2. She watched me putting a chicken into the oven to roast for Sunday lunch to which she commented ‘Mummy, I don’t think that chicken likes being dead.’ There speaks a future vegetarian!!

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I must try and remember to document more random musings of all of the kids (and maybe even reminisce about the older 2 so they don’t escape the ‘things you said as a toddler’ discussions in future years!)

Biff, Chip and Kipper – ROBINSON!

Like the Swiss family, the people who make squash and marmalade (is that the same people by the way?) and the Labour MP for Coventry called Geoffrey who lent Mr Mandleson hundreds of thousands – Biff, Chip and Kipper have the surname ROBINSON!

Biff chip and kipper

I found this out 5 years ago (which I was reminded by Timehop earlier in the week – again, I LOVE Timehop!) but I had forgotten this fact. In the intervening demi-decade I’ve had 2 more kids, so that’s 2 more lots of Oxford Reading Tree ‘fun’ to look forward to.

I discovered this little known gem when in one of the books there is a newspaper in a picture, and it contains an article about the family and uses their surname. Honestly, I’m wasted as an accountant, I should have been a spy. (Although I have just found out it’s on Wikipedia………)

Knowing I have similarly geeky parents as friends – I re-shared this on my Facebook page and imagine my delight when one of my friends could add even more information!  (Her class had written to some authors – and Roderick Hunt, who wrote the 300+ books for this range now used in 80% of UK schools, actually wrote back to them – how exciting!)

It would seem that Kipper is in fact ‘Christopher’ and couldn’t say it as a child so it became Kipper.  Now, as an Elisabeth who couldn’t say that as a child, turned it into Libby-buff and then eventually Libby – I empathise with this totally.

Biff is in fact ‘Barbara’ and Chip is ‘David’ – but he didn’t elucidate as to why they ended up with their abbreviations – so we’ll have to guess!

Now all I want to know is what are ‘Mum’ and ‘Dad”s first names (even Wikipedia can’t help with that one!!)

Mary Poppins Rage…

This morning I have just been judged by my butcher for having a nanny. And it got me to thinking – why is there such inverted snobbery about the word ‘nanny’? Surely it’s just another form of childcare – and anyone’s childcare choice is their own???

(And as I haven’t done a ranty blog for a while – I thought I’d sit down and vent before getting on with my day!!)

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We have 4 kids aged 11, 9, 4 and 3, and have had our wonderful nanny since the 3rd child was born and we realised it was probably the most sensible childcare choice for us.

My husband and I run a construction company, which employees directly about 40 people, but indirectly through all the subcontractors we regularly use supports 100s.  As people with their own business know, it’s not a 9-5 role.  There are massive pros to both of us working in our own business (not having to ask your boss for permission to attend the kids’ assemblies, being able to schedule a gym session in the middle of the day etc) but also massive cons (working at random hours of the night to get work finished, clients phoning when you’re on holiday, having to be available 24/7 365 days of the year, when times are tough not having the safety cushion of someone else’s salary coming in from a guaranteed source) – but the unpredictability of it means you also need flexible childcare that’s up to the task.  For us, a nanny for 4 days of the working week is what we chose.

The 3 oldest kids go to 3 different schools. The logistics of this are a bit of a headf*ck some days – and knowing that there’s an extra pair of hands to share this makes all the difference. Yesterday the nanny was dealing with the 2 smallest at an afterschool theatre club, the husband had collected child number 2 from school and taken him to the next age group of the club, and I was collecting the eldest from  the train station to whizz her to it too – madness!  But it was our choice to have 4 kids, and our choice to have a nanny to support us in this.

I don’t sneer ‘Ooh, you use wrap around school care’ to people in the street – but it appears it’s acceptable to sneer at people who employ a nanny!

In fact I saw written on social media ‘I wish I had a nanny, so I could sit around all day whilst someone else played with my kids’ – which made me very angry.  I can’t remember ever ‘sitting around all day’ watching the nanny playing – I’m either ferrying other kids, attending a Board Meeting, chasing payments, helping on a school trip, paying the wages of our staff, doing the weekly shop, organising birthday cards and presents for the endless stream of parties the kids attend, organising the kids parties, washing clothes, helping friends with new business ventures, planning trips, buying clothes for the rapidly growing children, liaising with the company’s bankers, renewing insurance policies, sorting out HR issues – or sometimes fitting in the hairdressers or the gym  – but mostly just one big juggling act like most people.

So less of the nanny-employing-hate please. Our family couldn’t function without ours.  She comes with lots of childcare experience, appropriate first aid qualifications and most importantly loves our children dearly.  I know that from Tuesday – Friday they will be fed, clothed and in the right place at the right time (and we’ll muddle through Saturday – Monday!) I can go to work (or occasionally when the husband and I escape for some time away together) knowing that the children are in very capable hands.

Although I remember last year we were out with friends and someone said ‘I don’t know how you cope with 4 kids, Libby’ and the eldest child replied, deadpan, ‘We have a nanny.’

Golden Hour Greatness??

This morning the 11 year old and I had to whizz to the shops – and The Golden Hour was playing on Heart FM (radio station of choice in the car). It was 1985 – the year in which I was the same age as she is now! There was the inevitable pre teen eye rolling as I sang along to Wham and Madonna.  I hope that in 29 years time, she’ll be doing exactly the same and embarrassing her own kids!!

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But will the tracks of today stand the test of time like ‘I’m Your Man’ and ‘Gonna Dress You Up’………

Babies – The Photo Gallery Week 211

The theme for The Photo Gallery over on the Sticky Fingers blog this week is ‘babies’ – and for this I have no shortage of photos, having had 4 of them!!

We had a girl and a boy in quick succession – not like an 18 minute twin gap, but an 18 month, all a bit of a blur gap! But after a traumatic birth with both (I had 200 stitches after number 1, and number 2 was born blue and still in his sack) we decided we’d ridden our luck and that would be it – so husband had the snip.

Fast forward 4 and a half years, and I’m stood in M&S in Redditch weeping, buying my little boy grey uniform trousers as my baby was growing up and about to start school. Before becoming parents (and realising what we’d let ourselves in for) we’d always said we wanted loads of kids – and so husband didn’t need much persuading to have his vasectomy reversed and within 6 weeks we were pregnant again!!

And as I have an issue with odd numbers (freakish I know) we always knew that we’d have 4 kids – so number 4 came along pretty soon afterwards!

This is the first photo of all 4 of my babies together – and I still get a bit teary eyed looking at it…..

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Although not teary eyed enough to have number 5 (and 6)……..

Do go and have a look at other people’s ‘babies’.

Sticky Fingers Photo Gallery

Public toilet woes

No – not in the George Michael sense – but the things I have learnt from nappy changing and toilet training 4 (I know, madness!) small children.

  • Until they try it in person they will not believe the rule ‘don’t go to a public toilet without your shoes on’ – lesson learnt after a wet sock incident whilst out for a pub lunch #grim
  • Whilst gloves that attach to their coat are a good thing for not losing the pesky things, they aren’t so good when small child is wiping their own bottom when out shopping. One wipe with the toilet paper, follow through with the glove for a final polish…….
  • Toilet facilities are always a huge attraction for small children – often multiple times in one trip – particularly on public transport. And when lots of them decide they all need to go on a plane – you can not fit more than 1 adult and 1 child in an airline toilet (how people join the mile high club I will never know!)
  • Other countries aren’t as prolific with ‘baby change’ facilities as the UK. Many a foreign toilet I’ve had to sit on whilst changing a small child on my lap (preferable to kneeling on the floor in a public toilet).
  • No matter what you say, your small child will open the cubicle door whilst you’re still sat there with your trousers around your ankles.
  • The small child will pick when you’re sat in a busy public toilet to ask deep and meaningful questions – my favourite ‘Mummy, why do English people wear poppies and German people not?’ in a public loo at Munich airport one October half term.
  • If it’s not a d&m question – it’s an embarrassing one for the entire queue to hear ‘Mummy, why have you got a nappy stuck in your pants?’ being a classic.
  • All baby changing facilities STINK – no matter what time of the day or night you go in, the bin is always overflowing and the smell is foul. (How people can think these are a suitable place to feed a baby too is beyond me)
  • Just remembered the exception to the last point – the John Lewis parents facilities in Solihull – much more pleasant. However, do remember to fully brief your husband to look at the signs – one side is for breast feeding and the other for bottle feeding – don’t let him automatically go to the side where you’ve always sat to feed when he’s doing a bottle as he will be surrounded by boobs…..
  • A portable potty with a liner (think nappy sack with sanitary towel inside) is a Godsend for when they need the loo somewhere inappropriate (middle of the maze at Blenheim Palace anyone?) However, when they use it to wee like a camel, the poor pad has no chance, and you have an enormous bag of wee to carry around.

 

So – what public toilet woes have you had???

 

 

Christmas Cake-off

The Christmas Cake bakers all ready!
The Christmas Cake bakers all ready!

For about 8 years (can’t be totally sure of how many as it pre-dates Facebook which is my usual point of reference for checking dates!) my husband and our kids (which have grown in number during the period!) and my niece and nephew who live in the UK have always got together for a Christmas cake baking – and subsequently decorating – session. Sometimes this has been done by gender lines, other times along familial lines – but it’s always been competitive.

Now – I am renowned for being a bit of a Grinch at Christmas (mostly to offset my husband who is a Christmas addict!)

The Christmas Shop in Bloomingdales
The Christmas Shop in Bloomingdales

But this year I got into the spirit of the cake baking with my sister and we accompanied them with some festive singing!!

Name the carol?!
Name the carol?!

So as our half terms conincided – Christmas cake off time was here.

THE RECIPE - can't beat a classic Delia
THE RECIPE – can’t beat a classic Delia

 

The booze was for the cake not the adults - honest!
The booze was for the cake not the adults – honest!
The boys taking the measuring very seriously
The boys taking the measuring very seriously
The 2 year old was allowed to grease the tin
The 2 year old was allowed to grease the tin
The 4 year old was allowed to break the eggs!
The 4 year old was allowed to break the eggs!
Eeeuuurrrgghhhh black treacle
Eeeuuurrrgghhhh black treacle
The girls getting stuck in
The girls getting stuck in
The boys and their little helper!
The boys and their little helper!
Not even a babywipe could clean this up!
Not even a babywipe could clean this up!
Proud!
Proud!
Proud again!
Proud again!

 

4 hours later – the kids were all in bed – and the cakes smelt amazing!  They are now safely stored to be ‘fed’ with more booze until we ice them closer to the big day.  Obviously photos of the finished articles will be blogged!!

Given only our family and the brother in law of their family eat cake  there will be plenty spare if anyone wants some?!?