Everybody Into The Pool!

At what age is it more tempting to belax in the sun lounger and just observe the happy splashing in the pool? Clearly it's 50 years old because I have become that person. "C'mon Mum!" called Cy, 8, imitating my Kiwi accent: "You taking a dip?"

Cy and Jackson at the Kenwood place

Yes, I really should take a dip. Just before school started we rented a house with a pool in Kenwood, Sonoma. The first day I did nothing but succumb to the literary lure of - Wedding bells for Jen! Should you mix studs with sparkle!? Peplums: waist chubber or hip thinner? Second day, OD-ed on magazines, I hauled my nethers off the slatted chaise (clear the way, Mamas going a'swimmin') and blopped into the pool.

Instantly you're a kid again; dolphin diving and doing the porpoise twirl. Must take that dip more often.

Jackson "surfing" in the pool

Tallulah and Cy on the deck

Belaxing at the Kenwood place (clearly I've been overdoing the fake-tanning wipes)

Nearby Glen Ellen

Eating ribs for dinner in the rental house with friends

Cy and Tallulah

Kevin and Teddy

I wanted to tell you that friends and family of Helena's were incredibly touched by your comments on my previous post. One reader emailed me: "How does a husband go on after that?" Helena's husband, Phil, an industrial designer, wants to be at home with his two young children for a while. He still needs to support his family though. One of his ventures is making metal birds. To put the word out, he's doing a bit of a Banksy and hammering six birds a week onto random fences, poles and trees around Auckland, NZ. So keep an eye out for Phil's sweet tweets.

A covert sighting of Phil hammering in one of his birds

via Metalbird

A Banksy or a Birdsy or just taking a dip...did you do anything kiddy or quirky this weekend?