Day two and I am probably a kilogram heavier, but so utterly relaxed.
You had a great first night sleep and by breakfast time you had found your island feet and literally skipping to breakfast. I need to remember that everything is a matter of time with you – it takes time to warm up to new places, people and experiences.
I decided to check out the kids’ club, where you stayed for a few hours. You didn’t want to swim with the others when it was swimming time, but you played, had a ball, and had lunch with the other kids. Most of them are French, and I was half hoping you would pick up a few words (I have a little dream where I am Parisian, and we both go and fetch baguettes from the boulangerie – me in my Chanel heels, you in your Polo suit, and our French bulldog on a leash).
Anyway, I digress. While you were at the kids’ club, I read and hung out by the bar, where, in case someone was peckish after the 80+ breakfast options on offer, there were some snacks. And this is how it goes. Lots of amazing food!
And like the rare Hayley’s comet, I had an afternoon nap. Moms will know that I exaggerate here – even though we gets naps more often than every 75 years, they’re so rare and treasured it really does feel like a wonder. What’s more surprising is that you were with me when I napped, and you let me sleep for about 45 minutes while you busied yourself with puzzles and Lego.
And since I had made an imprint into around 70 of the breakfast options, I headed to a Power Pump class, with a gorgeous view of the sea. The class was in French, but pain is pain in any language. it was a great workout though, and was rewarded by a swim in the pool with you afterwards. You were VERY scared to get into the water, and I am pretty sure I was exactly like that as a child. In fact, many times still I’m poep scared of the water.
But then you loved it, and were reluctant to get out, but you got out, and after hearing there were pancakes on offer, you exclaimed “I waaaaant pancakes” and devoured some with cinnamon and sugar.
At dinner, you spilt water on your pyjamas, and swiftly stripped down to your nappy. You ate a healthy meal of salmon, beans and peas, and then walked around the dining room with just nappies and slippers. But unlike any “judgement” I might have felt that you were half naked during dinnertime when many people are dressed up, there is only friendliness here, even among the couples without kids. The staff is trying hard to get you out your shell, and already know you by name, and I’m sure it’s just another day or two before you’re high fiving them.
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