Ms R requested a day at home to play today.
We tried on various summer wear in preparation for our holiday in a couple of weeks and now have a list of things we need.
Ms R played My Little Pony tv games for a while and then they played with the train track together. They played outside briefly with footballs. Upstairs they played dog racing on the double sided chalk board easel and Ms R ‘read’ a favourite book to Master R.
We made mini doughnuts with another Christmas present and talked about the ingredients, how and why they changed and about not being able to change them back again comparing it to water and ice as an example of something that could be changed back. Meanwhile they ate loads and got covered in sugar. Eventually I got bored with pouring tiny amounts of batter into the machine and stuck the rest in the frying pan to make a huge chocolate chip pancake type of cake which is really nice cold.
By lunch time Master R and I were needing to leave the house so decided on a trip to a shoe shop looking for summer shoes. There were no summer shoes but plenty of wellies, duh! We found a book shop full of beautiful books, we filled it with delighted exclamations as the children fingered new books and recognised favourites. The shop was small and empty except for the sales lady and one other customer. Having explained to the Rs quietly that we didn’t really have spare money to buy books but then agreeing to buy Master R a sale book, Ms R then kept asking if this book or that book was cheap enough to buy. As if that wasn’t embarrasing enough at the point that an unsavoury odour wafted past Master R said in his clearest and loudest voice "Aw Mummy, your bottom really does smell". It wasn’t me, no really, it wasn’t! Anyway Ms R came away with the first ‘Secret Seven’ book by Enid Blyton.
Master R requested a trip to the park but as it was after school time I suggested a bounce on Mums trampoline and they liked that idea. We stopped to buy daffodils and purple crocuses (or tulips) to leave in a vase for Mum and we bounced happily together for half an hour as the sun went down and turned the sky pink.
I cooked bolognaise and Ms R cooked spaghetti for dinner and after Daddy and Master R bathed Ms R and I bathed together trying out different bubbles and bath accessories.
In bed I read Master Rs new Thomas book, I don’t find them easy to read and they don’t seem to make much sense to me the first few times but he liked it. I expect after a couple of weeks I’ll get it. Then I read the first few chapters of Secret Seven to Ms R deciding that as the chapters in Mr. Twiddle were more like individual short stories rather than a continuation then it wouldn’t be a serious crime to not finish that one first.