I heard BB rumbling around downstairs at about 6:45 am. He's been obsessed with the 'Optimus Prime' wee lego gift I brought back from Canada and can't wait to either a) get up in the morning or b) get home from school/friends/extra curricular activities to play with it. He's now using his initiative and parts from his other lego kits to expand OP's armour repertoire and play acting out scenarios in his head. He did crawl off to bed somewhat tired tonight and enlightened me with the information that 'if he did more sleeping than reading then he'd be less tired' Very insightful! He's definitely a chip off the old block though - I distinctly remember reading an entire Enid Blyton 187 page 'Five Find-Outers' books in one night with a torch under my duvet...
Once the older two were ceremoniously dumped at the school/nursery gates I returned with CC and set up a backdrop to take some passport pictures. I took about twenty, but think I may have just managed to get one which the good old IPS may accept. What a handsome loon my boy is turning out to be. Actually 'loon' being the operative word. It occurred to me the other day that I I left my baby when I went to Canada and came home to my little boy. He's growing up way too fast.
The plan for the afternoon consisted of scrambling together a picnic and whisking the boys off to the nearest NTS stately home (House of Dun), to hang out at the playpark, and have a picnic with pals. The rain started when we reached the car park, but quickly passed - thankfully as I was wearing my very open toed Birkenstocks. Unexpectedly a lot of the ground was very boggy and muddy much to the detriment of my pal Debbie who got her car most very definitely stuck in it - precariously close to a bank edge which had a 60 foot drop! I didn't quite realise the extent of her 'stuckness' until I suggested we have a look at getting her shifted before everyone dispersed and headed homeward. It's a good thing I did as it took a load of bark and sticks (to gain purchase) and a heap of man(lady)power shoving from behind - trying to avoid the flying mud - to get the car shifting. There was a precarious moment where the back was sliding closer to the bank edge, but luckily it was freed safely. Not moments after we'd trudged back to the playpark and CC toddled his way up to me with his trousers Caked in mud. I didn't see what he did, but he was certainly out to challenge Persil over their 'clean in 30 mins' claims...maybe he should dump them in his water table like he did his brothers walking boot yesterday...ho hum!
After school we all played out in the garden. The boys were chopping between swinging on the rope swing and whizzing down the platform and across the lawn on their bikes. LL started doing it with his eyes closed. Not to be outdone BB copied him and promptly cycled into a bush and fell off! He then had the audacity to tell his little brother not to do it (because he couldn't). I laughed out loud.
I love Station House at this time of year - when the huge daisies (leucanthemums?) and blue thistles are in full bloom. It is in complete contrast to winter when the garden is so sparse, and since we lost the climbers (due to the damp) and the beautiful deep red leaved tree (due to the wind) the house itself seems so bare. It becomes so welcoming and homely. I can tell why it was put on the market at this time of the year - It certainly lulled us in! Who couldn't love this house when it comes to life in the summer?
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