… begins after the sun is up (this is key).
Noah started playing playmobil at the foot of the bed, whispering to himself, the knights were setting up against the pirates again. Lil G woke up to this sound, wriggled and squeaked with joy – his most favourite Big Brother is here! The love between these two little boys is incredible, and I feel honoured every day to be a part of it.
Noah brought his new fave books over, the Franklin series.
We were given a pile of these when Noah was born (also about twenty Clifford books, but I haven’t got those out yet), and demanded we read them all, even though we read them twice at bedtime. While Franklin was being bossy, went to the museum, had to hurry, and convinced his parents to get him a pet, Lil G played with me.
The sun was shining, a really glorious winter day. Problem is the cave-people. D and Noah would certainly rather hunker down with some movies and books and warm mugs of tea. But about last springtime I realised how wrongwrongwrong this is for me, and since I am the boss, we changed the routine. So I took no prisoners, everyone got dressed and we were out of the house by 930h, on our way to the Prater. The first playground was a bit lacking, loads of mud and slush and muddy slush.
So we made our way across the sea of ice. OMG, how much fun. Total adventure! Crackle crackle! We could slip! We could break through the ice and our feet could get wet!
Loads of things to do on the other side of the water. Especially take everyone for rides on the “Polar ‘Spress” train.
It was actually quite windy towards the end, and when a cloud did cover the sun we were pretty miserable. All except the baby. He was happy and snug as a bug. Babbling and cooing and kicking his legs.
We rounded the whole excursion off with a trip to youknowwhere for lunch, where Lil G insisted on eating some of the goulash (D and I tried to count the goulash ingredients not advised against for 9-month-olds *ahem* and came up with potatoes), and Noah had… well, cake, obviously.
Now D is baking his famous muffins (he’s off to London again tomorrow, for three or four days, and I depend on breakfast muffins when he’s gone) with help from Lil G and Noah is playing with his train tracks. I’m going to peruse some mags and drink my tea.