I’m feeling slightly more human this afternoon, after the normal stressed rush out of the house for nursery (TV at lunchtime is henceforth banned), me and Boy Lacer went food shopping. As the weather at that point was bright and winter sunny we detoured via the river, the river was already running high but by the time we headed back after a brief trip into the supermarket the river had broken it’s banks and had flooded the cycle path, so spookily quick how fast it had risen.
On the way back (even though the sky had now resorted back to it’s normal threatening rain constitution) me and Boy Lacer stopped off at the playground by the river (significantly uphill from the flooding cycle path by the way). It’s a lovely playground and one me and the kids go to frequently in more clement weather, well I say me and the kids, it’s really just Girl Lacer and me and Boy Lacer dutifully following her as until this winter Boy Lacer couldn’t walk and not being able to walk doesn’t make playgrounds very compatible. But now Boy Lacer can walk reasonably well and for once the playground wasn’t sopping wet so I thought I’d let Boy Lacer loose. I wheeled him into the playground in his pushchair, heading straight for our normal bench but Boy Lacer pointed out another bench, so we parked there and then I let Boy Lacer out. And what did he go for? He grabbed hold of my hand and took me for a grand tour of all the benches, wasn’t interested in the playground equipment at all! I think probably two previous summers of having to be parked up next to the same old bench with mummy made him want to go and try out all the other benches! Each bench I had to help him climb up on, then me sitting next to him he’d shuffle a little away from me, because it’s not cool is it, sitting too close to your mummy and then swung his legs happily. I did convince him in the end to have a go on the big slide, as long as he sat on my lap and well I wasn’t going to complain about that!
