Mauritius 2013: We ate enough pancakes to sink a ship

March 5, 2013

Dear Max

We are home from Mauritius, our second trip in the last few months, thanks to luck, which pulled Saul’s “winning” form that he filled out at a travel expo. Up until a few days ago, I wasn’t certain that people who fill out random forms to win a trip ACTUALLY win, but there you have it.

You had a ball, and seemed a lot more confident than our last trip, both in the water and out. I also felt a lot more relaxed too – less worried about my Brazilian blowout getting damaged by the chlorine, and less bothered about who could see my cellulite as I walked to the pool in my bikini (I still sucked in my stomach, of course).

I filled out the registration forms for you for the kids’ club, but you didn’t go there once. It felt cold and clinical, and didn’t feel “fun”. So we hung out a lot together – reading, swimming, playing and eating pancakes.

It was the first trip sans nappies, and you did brilliantly. I won’t write about the two pool incidents here, but I’ll tell you about it if/when you want to know. You have been in nappies at night just in case, and only once did you wake up with a wet nappy. It got to the point where I didn’t really have to remind you to go to the bathroom anymore, and some of our conversations went a lot like this: “Max, do you need to go to the bathroom?”. “No please, I’m fine”.

I’ll also remember this holiday as the time in which you:

– Found a “routine” each day: pancakes, swimming, sushi, looking for the turtles and koi in the pond, counting the lion water fountains, saying good morning and goodnight to the koi, turtle beach, sea and pool

– Tried to fish with your makeshift rod (stick, cotton and button)

– Cried when I lost my slipslop in the sea while we were on a pedal boat.

– Blew bubbles under the water while swimming

– Pointed out every gecko and lizard that you saw, and reacted with such excitement that it felt like each time was the first

– Asked each day when you saw my caesar scar how you were born (you love the story!)

– Gave me the strongest and most profound hug one day when I was in a low mood. And said “Feel better mommy”


We had a brilliant time, and I loved spending so much good time with you. To be honest though, I’m so happy to be home. I almost cried when we touched down. Back to our “routine” and to my creature comforts. And to the diet.









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  • Karen at MomAgain@40

    You lucky fish! It sounds divine, and glad you had so much quality time with Max!

    March 5, 2013 at 1:48 pm Reply
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