Two Weeks in a 'Camping House'

Fab things about this holiday:

Thom strarted to roll to get moblie - loved rolling off the picnic blanket the moment you put him on it and grabbing a crafty handful of grass to munch on.
Noah's speech moved on amazingly - 'pah-oo' for thank you, 'pile on!' for fighting, and very clear 'bonjour' and 'aurevoir'.
Eve LOVED the water slides and swimming in the river - she's very confident now and could swim with armbands all the way across the river.
The beach! How often do you come across a beach with lots of lovely shade for bubs and mums?! And swimming in fresh water rather than the sea means you don't HAVE to shower...
Harv indulged his love of BBQs.
And of French wine......
Mike El Mundo joined us for a few days.
We truly lived life in the slow lane.
Beautiful fields full of sunflowers and sweetcorn. Eve always exclaimed with delight at them.
Noah played happily for half an hour with two coathangers who were 'fighting'. (I don't wish to stereotype my own son, but honestly......)
Discovered that Thom could, in fact, nurse in the sling (I never thought we'd manage) when he decided he was hungry during the quiet bit of a son et lumiere at Grottes des Villars.
Thom happily scoffed apricots, melon and nectarines.
Saw loads of OLD cars and caravans - instead of all the shiny 4WDs back home.

Not so fab things about the holiday:
Driving 800 miles to get there.
Washing Eve's sleeping bag by hand. Nuff said.
Sweating in the tent - OMG.
Finding Thom sucking on the tyre of the pushchair. (Actually, that's not so bad, just a bit euwwww).
Hearing Eve from the back seat of the car 'Mum, Thom likes chocolate....'
Wanting a cigarette for the first time in years because of all the passive smoking in outdoor bars.