This afternoon, Mia had been awake from her nap for a little while, and Harry was getting fed up as she crawled about and threw his toys about. The kitchen table was covered with pens and glue, and the living room floor was hidden under scattered Duplo, cars and milk bottle caps. I looked out the window and decided that although it was raining hard, it was steady rather than torrential and a quick trip out wouldn't do any harm.
I packaged us all up, Mia safe under the rain cover and Harry in his boots, raincoat and carrying his umbrella. Lured by the promise of some big puddles to jump in, Harry bounded eagerly along the road and I trailed along soggily behind with the pushchair.
|Mia's socks lasted all of about five minutes before |
being lobbed into a puddle
I think we all felt better for some fresh air. Another bonus I've found is that if you take a small child out somewhere, when you get back they are more likely to amuse themselves for a short time, thus enabling you to get on with other important tasks like making dinner (or writing blog posts).
Also, there is an important date looming upon the horizon - this Sunday will mark one year since my husband took Harry away for the weekend, leaving me with a six week old baby that still slept most of the time and so a second dependent was born - this little blog! On Sunday I will be hosting my first ever giveaway to celebrate - a selection of crafty goodies from my sister's shop Wind the Bobbin Up. Stay tuned!