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Thursday, 26 July 2012

A Birthday Safari

My magical mystery tour for my birthday turned out to be a trip to the West Midlands Safari Park. Considering Mr Bogert was worried about being able to take us out somewhere for the day, I think he did a fantastic job! I LOVE the safari park! (and you get a free return visit within a certain period, which we will most definitely be using).

I got cards and a cup of tea in bed. My Mum visited to bring my card and present which was a lovely maxi dress. We herded the Small People into the car, and off we went. I had no idea where we were going until we started to see the brown signs.

Once we were in the park, it took us two hours to get around the safari part of the park. My absolute favourite bit was seeing the rhinos. Zack just thought it was all wonderful, and there was plenty of waving and roaring from his little self. He even had a go at feeding a deer through the car window. I had him sitting up front with me for most of the time so that he had a good view. The Small Person thought that was great because it gave her the freedom of the entire back seat.





Both the kids got fed up with feeding the animals after a little while. I think they were a bit grossed out by the animal spit! Alexandra kept saying "I'll have to wash my hands again" and Zack kept showing me his hands saying "Mama, Messy hands". My cute if overly-hygiene-aware littlies :)






The spaceship was not fond of the stopping and starting and towards the end it got very hot and the car started to smell quite unhealthy. The other cars next us rolled their wndows up. Ooops. We really should have thought about stopping and letting the car cool down half way around, but by the time we realised it was gtting hot, we were litterally at the safari exit, so we just headed for the car park.









I had visions of the bonnet being lifted and smoke billowing out everywhere, but it was fine, just stinky. We packed up the pushchair and headed into the main park.

First of all we were going to catch the park train to the other end of the park, but the train had technical difficulties, so we had to disembark and go back the way we had come. We found a shady spot on the grass by some trees and had a yummy Bogert-prepared picnic. We had chicken salad, cheese salad and chicken bakes with plenty of juice cartons.


 



After the picnic, we wandered through the amusements and rides. They are really pricey, like ridiculously so. We decided that when we come for the free return visit, we'll buy ride wristbands and make the most of them because we'll have already seen most of the other parts on this visit.



We parked the Smaller Person's wheels and wandered into the Lemur wood. Zack was convinced the lemurs were cats to begin with, but after we kept telling him they were lemurs, he alternated between calling them lemurs and monkeys (we'll get there!). You walk along a trail and the lemurs are free to roam as they please, so they are all around you.




From there, it's a few short steps into the goat trail, where you can wander around and feed the goats with food pellets available to buy in the gift shops (it's the same stuff that you buy to take into the safari, so if you have any left over like we did, you can use that). The Smaller Person has a bit of a rough and angry streak which we're working on, and while we were in there, he was trying to stroke a goat but it kept wandering off, he got annoyed, so he kicked the poor thing. He got told off and removed from the area. He hadn't kicked hard, but the poor thing, and I was so disappointed that he would do that. Luckily, that was the only bad bit of the day.


As we came out of that area, a couple of the staff were showing off some Madagascan cockroaches. Ewww! I am not a bug lover and these things looked huge. The Small Person was totally unfazed and had one placed on her hand. She said is kind of felt soft and silky. I assume that was the legs.

We stopped for ice cream, and the man running the stand let the Small Person pull the lever down to fill the cone. I think it may have been a bit hard for her! So, with two very sticky and drippy children we carried on.


We went into the bat cave where the bats are free flying around your head. I think the Smaller Person was a bit worried she wouldn't like it, but once she got in there, she thought the bats were pretty cool. When they weren't flying around, you could see them hanging from trees and things.

Next it was the bugs and fish. As I said, I am not a bug fan, but I can walk through these things knowing that they are safely behind glass. The tarantulas actually don't bother me, neither do things like leaf cutter ants (actually, they're really interesting), but I get totally creeped out by the stick insects and cockroaches and grasshoppers etc. It's not like I think they can hurt me, I just irrationally do not want them to touch me! Fish are fine though, and we had a good look at the moray eel and stone fish.

We had a few minutes left to make a quick stop into a Tingatinga art exhibtion. Really lovely art, fantastic patterns and lines. I think I can feel an art project coming on...

At home I changed into my lovely new dress and took the Small People around to my Nan and Grandad's house. Mr Bogert did my cake there - he'd bought a huge tiramisu from Costco and stuck candles in the top. I knew there was a reason I love this guy! (Ok, there several reasons, but this one ranks up there with the others).


Mr Bogert's Mum came to watch the Small People and we headed off for some grown up time. Part way down the road, Mr Bogert realised we were sans children an exclaimed "No kids! We can swear!" He reeled off a few tame words he's obviously been bottling up.

We bought tickets to see "The Dark Knight Rises" and went off for a 'grown up' drink which was instantly bought back down to child level when our friend Anthony (Godfather to our kiddies and best man at our wedding) showed up with a card and some choccies for me. Awww, isn't he sweet. I'm sure his better half Charlotte is actually behind it :)

The Dark Knight Rises was brilliant. I loved it. Mr Bogert said he thought that was the last, I'm kinda hoping it's not, but I guess we'll see. I wish we had more spare time and spare cash to occassionaly visit the cinema. There are just certain movies that are worth the trip.

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Today is My Birthday

Happy Birthday to me. Today is my big three zero. I'm not really sure how I feel about this. I was always so convinced (even until recently) that it's just another number and no big deal, so why does it suddenly feel like a bit of a big deal? Hmmmm.

Baby me

Toddler me
3 year old me

I am one of the last of our friends (not the very last though) to reach 30 and it doesn't seem to have adversly affected them. I'm certainly not feeling any older than I did yesterday, so perhaps it's just the thought that I've entered the next decade and I can no longer say I'm a twenty-something? I'm in the whole next bracket and no longer elligble for 18-30 holidays (not that I ever wanted to go on one, but it's the thought that I'm now not allowed). I think it's also a little bit to do with 'where am I now' and 'what have I achieved since leaving school'. In terms of career, I've kind of been idling (until a couple of years ago when I started with the OU) thinking I've still got all of the time in the world to work out what I want to be when I grow up. Do you ever get that? The feeling of not really being a grown up, just playing house, and hoping nobody notices you still have the sense of humour similar to your 6 year old?

7 year old me at school

7 year old me meeting my new baby sister (I have a brother too, but no meeting him the hospital pic)

8 year old me feeding my baby sister ice cream on holiday. I really remind myself of the Small Person in this picture (my sister could be the Smaller Person!)

Maybe that's another thing. I always considered anyone over the age of 30 as a 'real grown-up', now that I'm here and part of the secret gang, I have the growing realisation that this is as grown up as it gets, which worryingly means the entire world is being run by six year olds in adult form! Eeeek! Scary thought. Explains a lot though...


Really grumpy 15 year old me on holiday


16 year old me during Rag Week at sixth form (me and my best friend are dressed as 'dirty old men'!)

I think mostly the 'ugh' feeling stems from the state of limbo we're living in right now, and it just happens to coincide with a big birthday. I love studying with the OU, it's hard work, but I feel like I'm improving and learning. It's restricting though, and now moving into the 3rd and final year, I still can't quite see the end in sight. I know it's there, but it's just out of view behind all of these other things that are between me in the here and now, and me in my graduation gown next year (fingers crossed!). Me not working leaves us very short on funds and with a lot of pressure on Mr Bogert as the only earner. We've reached a point now where the two years has worn us down a little and we're stuck repeating the same tasks every month. We miss being able to just go to the cinema or out for something to eat on the odd occasion, we miss being able to treat the kids, we miss the ability to work on the house and get it finished, we miss not having to rely on family to help us out (it's a good job they're so good!). Mr Bogert had something fantastical planned for my birthday which was super-duper top secret, but then we had car issues and I broke my glasses, so whatever it was (he still wont tell me) has been postponed due to the usual lack of funds until next month. I'd be lying if I said I'm not disappointed, but you know, these things happen, and at least I have something super-duper and fantastical to look forward to next month. Whatever we can't do now, we can always make up for in the future. This is what I mean by our state of limbo. We're just kind of suspended here for a few years unable to do much! :)


17 year old me with my 'new' boyfriend - Mr Bogert
Mr Bogert and me on my 18th Birthday

Mr Bogert has secured a few pennies and a babysitter for Orange Wednesday at the cinema though, and we are taking a magical family mystery tour somewhere during the day, so not all is lost :)


21 year old me on holiday in Woolacombe


24 year old me with my baby girl

Despite me not working, there is never any time! We seem to get swept along from one thing to another without a chance to come up and breathe. Uni work and assignments and tutorials, photoshoots and meetings, Mr Bogert's work and work trips, the Small Person's school events, homework, projects, her dance classes, her acting club, her swimming lessons, toddler group, the Smaller Person's appointments, this person's birthday, that person's wedding, their baby's christening, village activities, meetings, groups, fundraisers and more. I've never understood the phrase "Stop the World, I want to get off!" more than I do right at this point in my life. Not get off for long mind you, I do quite like it here ;) but a short break to gather my thoughts and relax a little would be ideal. Most of the things we get caught up in are supposed to be enjoyable social activities, but we just don't seem to get chance to actually enjoy them as we're mentally preparing for the next day's onslaught!


25 year old me gets married to Mr Bogert
Mr Bogert turns 30 (last year) and celebrates with a masquerade ball.

Don't get me wrong, I know 30 isn't old by anyone's standards, I also know I'm very lucky, because what I might have fallen behind with in terms of career, I've certainly excelled with in terms of family (and career will catch up). I guess I'm just feeling a little tired and worn out, so excuse me if I don't celebrate with quite a much gusto as may seem appropriate to such a milestone. I promise I'll make more effort when I turn 35, have had a good nights sleep, have a completed degree and a job that reflects it, and a little spending money in my pocket wouldn't hurt either!


29 year old me and family Newman - my best accomplishment
* I apologise for the less than brilliant quality younger photos - they are taken on my phone from prints stuck in a scrapbook my Mum made for my 21st birthday. They were the only ones I had handy at short notice. I know, I've had 30 years notice, but hey!

Monday, 23 July 2012

Baginton Party in the Park 2012

As part of our busy lives, Mr Bogert is a member of the Baginton Events committee who last year arranged the very first Party in the Park.

This year they aimed to make it bigger and better, and they did rather a good job.

Mr Bogert slept in 'The Spaceship' on the Millenium Field on the Friday night as security. He ctaully took the Small Person with him for a mini adventure and she was super excited. She went to sleep no problem, but at about 1am I got a phone call "Can I bring her home? Now?" It seems she woke up and then couldn't go back to sleep.

Saturday morning we squeezed the Small Person's dance class in then rushed back for the event which started at 11am.

I painted the kids faces before we left the house because, to be perfectly honest, we can't justify £3 per Small Person for face paint. It was difficult though. I had no black! Just about every single design you can think of involves black in some form or other. Enter the saviour of the day: my liquid eyeliner. Not the easiest thing to draw with, but it did the job. I also didn't have any thing paint brushes, but we got there in the end.


Zacky's Dragon - Raaaaarrrr!!!!!




Alexandra's Flying Butterfly

We had told friends about the event and ran into some of them there. I met an old school friend that I haven't seen since school, the Small Person blew bubbles for Little Miss T, Zachary's friend.


We listened to the brass band and watched the dance school perform on stage.





We also watched the dog agility show with Auntie Charlotte and Uncle Anthony and their dog Suzie. Mr Bogert and the Small person even took her around the agility course (without much success!).


Auntie 'potato salad' Heather, Uncle Andy and Auntie Heather's Mum met up with us and we watched the tug of war which my cousin and my Dad were both in. I hen got handed a camera as Mr Bogert decided to lend a hand. The facial expression crack me up!






My Dad and his partner were running a tombola stall and my sister was selling cupcakes and cakepops. My cousin was helping out on the Rugby Club stall. Mr Bogert was busy lending a hand where he was required and taking all of the official photographs of the day.





The kids had lots of fun playing on the fire engine and trying the helmets on.




Mr Bogert's Mum came along with her friend and took the Small Person off for a little while to go on the bouncy castle and some stalls. I took the opportunity to finally make it around to the craft stalls again. I was a little disappointed there weren't more stalls, but supposedly there should have been more and they just didn't show up. I could have spent quite a few pennies on the stalls that were there though. There was a lady who had some lovely knitted items and the price she was selling them for was so cheap! I couldn't believe it considering the time and effort that must have gone into the lovely things she had. Zacky had a knitted teddy bear (who he takes to bed) and it was only £1.75! If I'd had a few more pennies in my pocket, I would have bought a few more things. Alexandra did go back to that stall later with Mr Bogert and bought a similar bear for herself.



The Smaller Person with the two knitted bears later in the evening.
There was a petting zoo that we never even made it around to for the simple fact that every time we started to head in one direction, we raninto another friend or neighbour, which is not a bad thing mind you. It's lovely to see so many familiar faces out enjoying themselves.

AND we actually had decent weather! The weather we had been having was awful! Even the night before it absolutely threw it down. One of the roads on the way to dance class on Saturday morning was flooded. The field actually drained quite well so it wasn't boggy (Except near the one entrance) and it didn't rain all day. I do think ho the weather had been affected how many people chose to come out for the day - it still looked a bit uncertain.

The bad weather came just after the day event had finished and the change over was being made for the evening, but almost as though it had been ordered, it cleared up well before the evening event started.

We sat (we being me, the Small People, Auntie Heather, Uncle Andy and Auntie Heather's Mum) inside the big event marquee that had the craft stalls in earlier with a couple of other groups. The committee had hired a huge stage for the event and they started with Mr Ben, a cover band who were brilliant. As they played more and more people filtered into the field. The food stands and beer tent kept running right through, so instead of the Chinese (like we had last year) we had burgers from one of the stands run by the village shop.




After Mr Ben, there was Espressivo, a quartet of singers who were also very good, followed by the Spires Youth Orchestra who played in the firework finale.


Mr Ben


Espressivo


Mr Bogert on camera duty chatting with one of the other committee members during the performance.

It turned out to be quite a lovely evening, with weather good enough to sit outside. The Small People did not tire and did not get grumpy. The Smaller Person did actually fall asleep in his pushchair just close to the end of the evening meaning he missed the fireworks, but he'll get to see fireworks over on the field in November for the annual village bonfire :)