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The best birthday present

At the weekend my mum celebrated her 60th birthday and, rather than arranging a great big party for her, which she would have hated, instead my dad chose to surprise her and booked them both into a luxury hotel in a picturesque village near Bumble and I for a few days and arranged for us to look after their 2 elderly fur-babies (Yes, my dad really does call his spaniels his fur-babies) during their stay. In order to surprise mum, my dad has had to endure her wrath over the last few weeks because he had led her to believe he had forgotten it was a milestone birthday as well as her first birthday since my nan passed away – he is a glutton for punishment! Earlier in the year he did something similar for their 40th wedding anniversary and arranged several surprises for her at great expense to his ears, but I think he loves seeing her gobsmacked expression every time and “reaping the rewards” (LaLaLaLaLa I don’t want to know what he means by that!)

It goes without saying that dad hit the jackpot with his choice of hotel and all the little flourishes he had arranged, and she was spoilt rotten, but the best birthday present that she received this year, in mum’s opinion came as a surprise to everyone and mum was not the only one to be left with tears in her eyes once the unexpected gift was given.

My sister lives within minute of my parents and is an exceptional cake maker and has always in the past made the family cakes, but this year the boys took advantage of my parents being nearby to make their own birthday cake for mum and have it delivered to her hotel as their own surprise, which she loved, even if it had so much chocolate in it my dad could only eat a slither of it before he started to feel a little woozy (he is diabetic), but it was lovely for her to receive a handmade cake from the boys. She is used to my niece and nephews doing this for her every year.


No! Her present was a gift from Buzzbee and something she has been waiting for since the first day she met both the boys. It is also a gift that Buzzbee does not even realise he has given her.

Yesterday, when my parents came over to collect their dogs, Buzzbee was playing in his bedroom after working hard all morning on ‘space’ worksheets he is using for part of his home education project. As with anytime they visit, mum called up the stairs to say ‘Hello’ but instead of the usual ‘Hi!’ response being called back, she was greeted with “Nanny!!!!!!!!” and what can only be describe as the sound of a herd of full sized elephants coming thundering down the stairs before LEAPING into her arms and giving her the biggest hug and kiss he has ever given her – I guess you can work out the reason now for the happy tears.

To some that may sound like a perfectly normal response from a grandchild excited to see his nanny but for Buzzbee this is HUGE. It has only been in the last year that Buzz has begun to agree to give her a hug if she asks for one when saying ‘goodbye’ – before then she has had to shake hands like Buzz does with my dad.

As for my mum! Well in her words “no amount of beautiful flowers or fancy presents could ever beat the present Buzzbee has just given me. He has allowed himself to show me how much he loves me!” (she has never been under any illusion that either of my boys are fond of her and dad, but being a ‘cuddly’ kind of nanny, it has killed her at times to have to respect the boys limits and resist the urge to just scoop up either of them and give them a ‘nanny squeeze’).

Holiday bliss (Beeswax and Buzzbee are off the clock)

The Weekly Adoption Shout Out

Ok before I start I have to be honest.  This post was intended to be written for last weeks #WASO. Unfortunately family life got in the way but for once it wasn’t my boys or even social workers that were the source of chaos and confusion.  No it was my dear ‘beloved’ sister and her family.  I go down to visit my parents (child & husband free) for a few days to have a break before the school holidays descend on me and somehow I ended up spending all the time entertaining or separating my warring niece and nephews while my sister flitted off here, there and everywhere. I guess you could say I was on a “Busman’s holiday” only my boys actually know that when you say it is bedtime that means it is bedtime – not leap about across beds trying to bounce each other out of their beds until gone 10.30pm.

Anyway, I very quickly resigned myself to the fact nothing was getting written. On the plus side I did finally get to see my niece in one of her ballet recitals which was really lovely and she looked adorable (OK, I know I am biased).

Thankfully this week Bumble and I have taken the boys away on holiday to the exact place that I was planning to write about last week so everything is very fresh in my mind, where before it would have been a little stale.

When it comes to going on holiday with the boys we have always been somewhat fortunate in the fact that the boys always cope really well and we have few if any issues while we are away. Yes, some of this is down to the planning and preparation we put in before and the fact that we only go places where we know there will be plenty for the boys to do.

However there is one place that has always had that something extra for our boys –  Center Parcs!  It is hard to explain, both boys are usually wound up tighter than a coiled spring but the moment we reach the complex and drive down the long winding road towards the security gate, something almost magical comes across them and if you listen carefully enough you will hear them both physically exhale.  My highly strung, anxious, controlling children turn into 2 chilled out Munchkins (if the boys ever read this they will give me grief for calling them that but I can’t think of a better fit).

  • They don’t fuss or panic about mealtimes.
  • They don’t insist on knowing the entire itinerary for the day.
  • Beeswax doesn’t spend every waking moment trying to be the parent to anything that is living or breathing.
  • Buzzbee accepts that he cannot do some things because of his size without it turning into a meltdown that is off the Richter scale
  • The boys cooperate with each other rather than compete (usually games of badminton, tennis or football would need careful supervision)
  • They laugh and giggle and it is real laughter. It is from the belly, it is heartfelt and very infectious.  They allow themselves to have fun and enjoy every moment of it.

To put it simply! For 5 days they “go with the flow” and take a holiday from their worries. The first time they did this we considered whether they were so far out of their comfort zone that they were too afraid to act out but after looking back at previous holidays which were not to Center Parcs we realised that for some reason which even they cannot explain they feel safe enough to truly relax and be simply children again.

I could rabbit on for ever about the effect it has on my boys but rather than that I have asked the boys to chose the pictures that they feel encapsulates their holiday.

Spider Monkeys Run from Sandy Bottom sand rapid pedal jardin feeder deer day2 day1 bonzi birdy 3swimfish hawk squirel3beesandhoney