Well it’s been a little while as we’ve been off in the wilds of the Lake District on our first family holiday since Polly arrived. We had a great time, Polly especially, even though it rained most days and Henry was only able to be there for a couple of days due to work commitments. Still, we made the best of it. We stayed in a big cottage with creaky floorboards and the biggest garden I’ve ever seen, well didn’t see really as I didn’t get a chance to explore the whole thing- apparently there was a tennis court too, not sure which tree that was hiding behind. There were a few of us there, my parents, siblings and grandparents all arriving and leaving at different times, so it was a fairly casual holiday. The perfect sort in my book. Polly loved having a house full of people to make a fuss of her and loved exploring and finding random things out of cupboards, although her favourite thing to carry around was my poor Grandma’s walking stick. She then threw a proper fit when we took it away from her. The toddler tantrums are definitely on the horizon!​

​Unfortunately this is the week that little lady decided to try and welcome about 68 teeth into her little mouth ( I know they only get 20 at this age but after the week I’ve had, and am still having, it honestly feels like she’s getting a lifetime’s set for several people). This meant that sleeping wasn’t really on her agenda so I said hello to a few 9PM bedtimes where I just held her in the big bed while she attempted to kick me in the face. Apart from that we had a great time. She enjoyed seeing some giant Beatrix Potter characters (one of whom got a kiss), had fun on a boat ride, thought all her Christmases had come early when Auntie Georgia put her in a river with her wellies on for a splash about and just generally enjoyed chasing various members of the family about growling at them (a delightful habit given to her by my brother).

The holiday seemed to come to an end before we knew it though and it felt like no time at all before Henry arrived back up at the cottage to pick us up on the Thursday. He was basically a little hero taxi driver who drove all the way up from Devon and back again in one day, we did joke that there aren’t many people who can say they’ve done the Lake District from Devon for a day trip. He definitely earned the massive bacon roll he had when he arrived, even if it did break all his previous bacon eating records, I think he was quite proud about the fact that he managed to squeeze a 12 pack into one roll to be honest. Fat pig.

Polly and the cat also had a pretty beautiful moment the first morning home as they both woke up to realise they were genuinely reunited again. Hopefully we’ve got to the end of the ‘attack the cat’ stage, fingers crossed. Time to go now as I’ve got to get some bits ready before we go to a birthday party this afternoon. Maybe tonight Polly will go back to her own bed too- as much as I love the cuddles the 3 AM face kicks are getting a bit tiresome.