Holidays, Nurseries and time to myself

Got back from Crete late Sunday night. Had a lovely time, thank you very much. Spent our time on the beach, by the pool, eating too much, drinking too much, sleeping too much, wandering about in Elounda looking for cute little tavernas with good cocktails, road-tripping to Souda Bay and generally just lazying about.

My favourite cocktail that was frequently ordered: Screaming Orgasm - in other words lots of Baileys, Kaluha, Amarula, Cream and got knows what other super-unhealthy substanses. Steve stuck to his beers and Ellen sipped Pineapple Juice.

Below a photo of the area we stayed in, Elounda. Lovely lovely hotel.



Well, I don't quite know what to say about this photo...

This is Steve and Ellen in the back of the hire-car, while we stopped for a snack on the way to Souda Bay. Three hours drive there, so it was an all-dayer. Ellen seems very pleased with her chocolate biccie.

And finally another shot from the hotel, looking out over the Cretan Sea.


And today was a big day. Ellen (yes...did I mention I had a daughter?! This blog seems to be all about her, rather than me...) had her first day at nursery. Bless her little white cotton sockies, she was so brave and I waved her goodbye about 9am this morning. Picked her up at 4pm because I missed her so much, and couldn't possibly wait another minute. She'd eaten aaaaall her lunch and been soooo good. Talk about proud mum! Its just the strangest thing seeing your tiny little baby (who is now a tall toddler, but I can't really see that...) sitting in a chair, chewing a ricecake and having an independant life, without me. She's her own little person.

Oh, and did I mention she had her own little hook! A little hook on the wall with her name on it, and a little picture of a duck. I was over the moon with that, almost pulled out my phone to take a picture of it, but stopped myself before I made a complete fool of myself.

Anyway, it was so nice to have the house to myself, to have myself to myself...not having to carry someone round, not having to change any nappies, not having to pick up squashed banana from the floor, not having to sing "If you're happy and you know it" about 50 times...I could go on.
I really enjoyed working again, altough I feel a bit rusty. But a few more days and I will be back in it I am sure.

Oh, did I mention Indy my younger dog has lost weight. Oh yes, we call him "Slimline Mindy" nowadays. The dog-sitter we used while we were away loved jogging, and apparently got Indy hooked on it too. So his bottom is no longer the size of Bournemouth, but more the size of a ridgebacks bottom! Weight Watcher of the year!