It is actually easier to get Noah to kindergarten on the days that D is abroad. We all get up at about the same time, just before 7am, slowly make our way downstairs to get dressed and eat breakfast, in no particular order, this morning I managed to get a pair of trousers and socks on him, the process was interrupted by a muffin, then we progressed to a shirt, followed by a yoghurt drink and so on and so forth. Lil G sits in the middle of all this and is fed baby bird portions of cupcake.
Another glorious sunny day, so when friend A called and suggested we meet up at Millerpark this afternoon it was a no-brainer. Off we went. Let’s just say, it was a bit muddy.
Two hours spent jumping into muddy puddles and seeing how high they can splash and trying to climb over incredibly muddy hills (N got so dirty because he took a spill half-way down one of said hills). Who knows the secrets these two share. I’m assuming it had something to do with cars.
It got really cold really fast, but rounded off the visit with a twirl. Neither one of them was afraid of falling off anymore, in fact all they yelled was, “Faster! FASTER!”