Galaday 2018

This year was Baxter’s first Galaday!

He’d only been going to our local school nursery for 2 days but that qualified him to take part on the school float and he wasn’t missing that chance for anything! I made Grier’s costume during the summer holidays and Baxter’s was cobbled together from things we already had at home but he was delighted. Brodie skipped the dressing up this year as he wasn’t interested in the theme. People always like to have a good moan about the Galaday but I love it. The kids really get into it, it’s part of our local heritage and if you don’t like it do something about it people!

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Walking alongside the float is a dangerous business though, getting pelted in the head with flying sweeties is just part of the experience!


Seven

A week after her appendectomy Grier turned 7!

We went ahead with her birthday party as planned. A picnic party in the park where we made nature crowns, did a scavenger hunt to find treasure and played hide and seek. A good reflection of Grier at 7 - crafts. being outside, friends and letting loose.

Having been in the hospital the week before didn’t help with the usual bittersweet feelings birthdays bring up. This vibrant, effervescent, wonderful child contrasted with the fragile, poorly and exceptionally brave one. Of course they are all parts of the same magnificent little girl.



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And when you wake up on your seventh birthday it’s best to open your presents then be presented with pancakes with sprinkles and a unicorn candle. Duh.

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I’m not going to lie, I was delighted when Grier chose this simple elephant cake as the one she wanted me to recreate from a book she has. Just cake and simple meringue buttercream and no complicated decorations. Thanks BellaBoo! She didn’t even object when Baxter insisted on adding a whole barrage of random candles to the original design.

Loved celebrating this SuperStar (TM)






The Finale

One last layer of memories. 

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This lady was not messing. Doors swung open wide. Serious sweeping underway. Ignore over excited tourist below snapping away.

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I'm not sure I've mentioned the coffee. It was good everywhere and we had three different ways to brew coffee in our apartment so we were well caffeinated at all times.

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If you don't look EXACTLY like this when you eat pizza you're not doing life right.

And that's it. Holiday photo album complete. Our tans are now faded. We're gearing up for back to school. Time to start planning a new getaway?

You thought I was finished didn't you?

Nope.

Soz

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We happened upon a flea market one day. And of course we had to have a poke around and make fantasy purchases which could never come home with us on account of the fact we only had one suitcase and a plane ride home. So much treasure. But it was hot and humid so the kids got fed up long before I did but I drank it all in whilst I could.

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Les Bleus

All of these photographs were taken over the course of an evening.

The day in July 2018 when France won the World Cup.

We started out with a late afternoon trip to the beach. Still very warm but out of the intense midday sun. But soon the beach started to empty and we could hear the roars coming from the town as each goal went in.

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We were drawn to Nice old town which was packed. People spilling out onto every street corner. Blue, white and red draped everywhere. Tricolour facepaint at every turn. The kids were equal parts fascinated and terrified of the merriment. And yet lots of the side streets were deserted. It was an odd mix as we slowly made our way in the direction of our apartment.

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This beautiful church with doors flung open was empty. Although I'm sure there were a lot of French prayers made that day.

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The streets erupted as the final goals went in. Supporters were in fountains and letting off blue, white and red smoke bombs. The cacophony of car horns sounded out around the city. It was fun to join in with the celebrations, the joy infectious. 

And Baxter learned two new, very useful phrases.

'Allez les Bleus'

and 

'Vive la France'

which both stood him in excellent stead with the locals.