By Heidi Soholt
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I’m back at the keyboard again after a couple of weeks off from blogging.
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Part of my Easter consisted of a sunshine break at a 5 star resort in Turkey. Lovely, you may think, and yes, in some ways it was. However, I’d just like to point out one thing – one year olds and foreign travel are a really bad combination.
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We discovered this as soon as we boarded the nearly five hour flight to Antalya. My besotted mother-in-law likes to describe my toddler daughter as a ‘free spirit’. We, rather more realistically, usually sum her up as a baby Terminator. The child is completely turbo-charged with a seemingly astronomically high pain threshold. She practically never cries after enduring her daily bumps and tumbles, and is completely fearless as a result. As soon as we were told to buckle up for take off, the thrashing about started. Confinement of any kind sends her into a frenzy. By the time we were air borne, the whole family and the family we were holidaying with, were exhausted. She then moved on to screaming, then hitting, then bulldozing her way across the seats to try to escape, and so on. For the whole flight.
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By the time we disembarked, my body was glistening with sweat and shaking from what can only be described as an endurance test from hell. None of the other passengers would even look us in the eye, they were so horrified. And the little one? She fell asleep the minute we collected her buggy of the baggage carousel. Not one wink of sleep the whole flight, but deep slumber as soon as we arrived. Fabulous.
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Having regained a tiny bit of composure on the bus to the resort, I was once again put into deep stress mode when I saw our apartment, or to be more precise, what lay outside our apartment. Not one, but two, swimming pools, right at the end of our patio. As soon as she clocked them, my daughter made a bee-line for the deep end, squealing in delight. Hubby and I chased after her as fast as we could, only just managing to avert disaster. I resigned myself to a week of never letting the toddler stray further than about a foot from my side, and headed for the bar for a much-needed stiff drink.
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After the very unpromising start we did however manage to enjoy ourselves. The six-year-old and his pal had an absolute ball – swimming by day and Nintendo by night. The sun shone every day and it was heaven waking up to bright blue skies. The food was delicious and the people incredibly friendly. I would really recommend Turkey as a holiday destination – especially if you are toddler-free!
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We came home to grey clouds and cold, and it was back to normal again this week. The six-year-old, who started summer term on Monday, has definitely gone through a growth spurt – I had trouble prising his school jumper off him tonight. Think I’ll make a trip down to the local uniform outfitters for larger sizes, which also means putting in an order to Labels4kids – their fuss-free stikins stick on clothing labels are the best on the market.










