Our chosen destination was Fitou, a seaside town less than 2-hours' drive from Toulouse. This was an astute choice: far enough away to seem like a true break... and yet close enough so that - if need be - we could simply pile everyone back into the car and drive home in defeat.
It might have gone either way.
As it turned out, all the boys behaved beautifully.
This time, for example, FH drove the car (ahem).
And we chose to ignore all calls for "caca" stops. And pretend we couldn't smell dirty nappies.
Really, it's the only way.
And kids adapt.
There's too much fuss about bodily hygiene these days if you ask me...
4 comments:
VERY impressive - and great pictures!
I was going to say, you manage to do all that AND take pictures AND find the time to post them. That is dedication.
Is that where we went to one New Year?
Just call me superwoman ;-)
No, I must confess, I have a great husband. He does the night shift.
And he takes the pictures ;-)
PS It's close to where we went at NY (about half an hour away).
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