Harry recently turned 10, which is a milestone worth marking, but all Harry wanted to do was “go to a forest and mess about with ropes and stuff”. Thankfully, a few of his friends were willing to join in, so off we all went for the cheapest birthday party ever.
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I let Ashley out unsupervised one evening in early July. He was only supposed to be having an innocent chat with our neighbour, but somehow managed to return having bought a sailing dinghy!
Sorry about the dodgy quality of these pics but we’d just nipped out for a dander and happened upon an RNLI training session with only my knackered phone on hand to record the spectacle.
We were given a “proper” bike for Chloe a while ago from some friends. However, she’d been having so much fun on her balance bike, she wasn’t really very interested.
I would have loved to have seen the Poppies when they were at the Tower of London so I was really pleased to hear they were coming to Belfast.
Whenever outdoor cooking is happening, the question our two ask first is, “Can we toast mishmaows?” (Ever since a little family friend mispronounced marshmallows whilst accompanying us on an adventure, this has been what we call them).
....or “taking the easy way out”.
We started a new chapter in our family this September – I went back to my part-time teaching job after a glorious 3 year career break. So when Harry requested a den-building, campfire-type birthday party, I was delighted to discover that Castle Espie would do all the organising for us.
Last summer was all about the beach in glorious sunshine. This year was all about playing “Go Fish” and going to the beach in the rain.
As winter turns to spring, we Teagues are beginning to plan for Summer 2017. One of the highlights of last summer was definitely our church camping weekend at Tollymore Forest, home to Ashley’s favourite kayaking river – the glorious Shimna!
My idea of a good family bike trip is something like this...
Harry’s most anticipated day of the summer is the day they bale the big field at the caravan. He was a bit disappointed to discover we weren’t there the day it was cut, but his sadness was short-lived. On baling day, I was met early in the morning by a very excited boy yelling: “Mum, there’s a whole herd of tractors out there!”
While Harry and I were being mesmerised by the Red Arrows, Chloe found something a lot smaller but equally amazing to keep herself amused with – butterflies!