1SE for January 2025
Trips to Nottinghamshire, Germany, and London feature here, along with time spent at the bouldering gym, on culinary experiments, and serving our lords and masters, the cats.
Trips to Nottinghamshire, Germany, and London feature here, along with time spent at the bouldering gym, on culinary experiments, and serving our lords and masters, the cats.
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Day 346/365: Humuhumu climbs (again)
At the latest climbing wall party, she conquered the Ice Pick climb. This one is reasonably challenging as an adult.
The staff put stickers at the tops of four of the climbs for the children to find. Humuhumu found two of them in the first seven minutes. She found the third a couple of minutes later, but I asked her to leave it for one of the other children - such as, perhaps, the birthday girl - to collect, which she obligingly did. And then went back to skinning everyone else up eight more of the climbs before time ran out.
I feel I should be planning that bouldering trip in France for the summer holidays now, y/y?
Day 294/365: Climbing Wall Birthday Party: Success
We spent the entire day preparing food, cakes, and party bags for, and then attending/catering, Humuhumu's birthday party. It was at the local clip 'n' climb wall, and I think I can safely say it was a resounding success for her and her buddies. There was a competition to find four stickers placed around the walls. Humuhumu found two of them and one of her non-school mates, who is also very athletic, found the other two.
The main thing I learnt is that I have given birth to two of them. I turned my back on Keiki for about a second and this happened.
Keiki, about a third of the way up "Amaze-ing". Apparently he got fed up with waiting for me to help him and decided to go for it.
My hair might as well just all turn white now.
The main thing I learnt is that I have given birth to two of them. I turned my back on Keiki for about a second and this happened.
Keiki, about a third of the way up "Amaze-ing". Apparently he got fed up with waiting for me to help him and decided to go for it.
My hair might as well just all turn white now.
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Day 235/365: Climbing (outdoors)
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melissa_maples, remember what you were saying about what happens when climbing gyms can no longer contain a natural-born boulderer?What if you end up spawning two of them? O.O
Keiki attempts to follow Humuhumu up an outdoor climbing wall that is far too big for him.
( I'm preparing to sprout quite a few grey additional grey hairs over the next few years )
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Day 146/365: A day of two halves
This morning dawned gloomy and rainy and could only be salvaged with the application of oceans of coffee and pancakes (fluffy American style ones, made by me).
Then we took the older children (Humuhumu and Nephew) for an hour-long session at the small climbing gym at the local sports centre. Humuhumu has been begging us to go for months. She was, as expected, quite good at it. She got to the top of five of the seven routes she attempted. She made it halfway up the sixth, and the only one she failed to get much off the ground at was, we were told, the most difficult one in the gym. She wants to go again during half-term, presumably so she can demolish the routes she didn't try.
As we left, the clouds parted, and I drove us all home with the sunroof open and Grimes blasting on the stereo. Everyone changed into short-sleeved tops and sunglasses, and we spent the rest of the afternoon outside lolling in the sunshine, playing boules, having fancy drinks with ice in, putting up the tent, and firing up the barbecue.
Humuhumu dancing to David Bowie. Uncle in inexplicable sombrero lounges in the background. Nephew gyrates around the umbrella pole whilst stuffing strawberries into his face as fast as possible.
Overall: 10 out of 10, would bank holiday Saturday again.
Then we took the older children (Humuhumu and Nephew) for an hour-long session at the small climbing gym at the local sports centre. Humuhumu has been begging us to go for months. She was, as expected, quite good at it. She got to the top of five of the seven routes she attempted. She made it halfway up the sixth, and the only one she failed to get much off the ground at was, we were told, the most difficult one in the gym. She wants to go again during half-term, presumably so she can demolish the routes she didn't try.
As we left, the clouds parted, and I drove us all home with the sunroof open and Grimes blasting on the stereo. Everyone changed into short-sleeved tops and sunglasses, and we spent the rest of the afternoon outside lolling in the sunshine, playing boules, having fancy drinks with ice in, putting up the tent, and firing up the barbecue.
Humuhumu dancing to David Bowie. Uncle in inexplicable sombrero lounges in the background. Nephew gyrates around the umbrella pole whilst stuffing strawberries into his face as fast as possible.
Overall: 10 out of 10, would bank holiday Saturday again.