In more recent years bank holidays haven't really meant much to me, in fact I wouldn't be aware of them if it wasn't for the rejoice of a long weekend appearing on my facebook timeline or twitter feed. Since I've been at home with F full time, most days tend to merge together into a swirling blur of toddler, and as Paul tends to work every bank holiday it's never the extended family time that everyone else enjoys.
Where possible we try and fill these days with adventure, stepping away from the daily routine. This bank holiday we had the delights of a joint third birthday party to attend; balloons, cake, bouncy castle, tipi's, jelly, friends, laughter and sun. The weather held out as did the three year olds – and after three hours on a bouncy castle and a whole lot of cake, F managed the most magnificent meltdown before falling asleep in my arms.
Thanks to Sebastian for letting me use some of his lovely images from the day.
