Hanging out with Teenagers

I've just returned from a great week in Cornwall with the family. I've been on many English holidays in the past, but I don't remember the sun shining as much as it did last week. Thank God. Although it wouldn't be a real "staycation" if you didn't have the odd day freezing to death on a rain soaked beach, eating sandy sandwiches, or traipsing round the local Tractor Museum



Pass me the rosé

Accompanying us on this holiday were my sister, brother in law and their 4 kids. We all get along like a house on fire.

My husband and her husband can talk business and sport pretty much 24/7. My boys adore her children and they all disappear for hours on end doing I don't know what. And my sister and I share a common love of rosé which normally results in us forgetting we actually have kids (or husbands for that matter), particularly after the 2nd bottle; pretty idyllic.

Gravity defying teenage hair!

We've not been away with my sister and her family for a few years, so I also had the pleasure of hanging out with her two now teenage sons.

What an eye opener that is! They have got muscles in places where I had forgotten men could have them (I noticed my husband studiously kept his shirt on whenever the boys were about). I also can't get my head round their deep voices - I kept on thinking James Earl Jones was nearby.

They spend hours and hours doing their hair. One of them has a fringe that an Afghan hound would be proud of, but after an hour with his gel and a mirror, that fringe defies gravity. (My son has come back armed with a pot of gel so he can model himself on his cousin - to date the results have been more Harry Enfield than Harry Styles, but it's early days.)

I also found myself trying to set them up with the local teenage talent, until one of them politely pointed out that he didn't need any help in that department, thank you Aunty Amanda.

Teaching me a thing or two

There isn't anything they don't know about Twitter, Facebook, Apple and YouTube. I handed over my phone to one of them for an afternoon, and when I got it back, my folders had been organised, my photos and music were "streamed" (no idea what that is or where they've gone).

I even had a little message that came up when I turned the phone on. Unfortunately that message had to go after it caused such offence when I inadvertently activated it at the buffet breakfast. I now realise how much my nephews admire Keith Lemon.

Something to look forward to...

I used to dread the idea of my boys turning into teenage monsters, but after hanging out with my nephews I'm less worried. I know it won't be all fun and games, and there will be difficult "issues" to discuss (see my previous blog "Unsuitable Images"), but I'm actually looking forward to it.

We've still got 4 and 7 years to go respectively, however, so my nephews still have time to ruin the illusion. My sister says they will need no encouragement on that score - she's just found out that one of them nearly got arrested for shimmying up the side of the hotel to get into a girl's bedroom.

As he told me, he really doesn't need any help in that department.

Amanda Coxen, Working Mum and Tinies Director

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