He got collected yesterday morning (business class *sigh*) and Edwin & I had a pretty unventful day. OK, I admit it, we (he) watched a lot of t.v. and being a typical middle class mother* I felt incredibly guilty about it, so I tried to plan out some activites for today.
In fact, today is the only day that Edwin are going to be together, on our own all day. He's got school, I've got work and next weekend I'm fleeing to my parents (Thomas Land at Drayton Manor, here we come)
When Edwin went to bed last night, I said that we were going to go on an adventure walk and collect lots of his treasures to make a picture for Daddy. He seemed quite enthusiastic about it.Obviously, it was a completely different story this morning.
After a semi disastrous pancake episode**, we set off for Temple Newsam (free parking ahoy) and as I parked the car Edwin declared that he didn't want to go for a walk and he hated being outside. I believe his exact words 'I didn't choose outside'.
I managed to get him out of the car and imediately he started running about and generally being the ace little boy that he really is. We went on a Hunter hunt and a Peter hunt*** and had a walk upto the Little Temple, which as you can see, really has seem better days. On the way back down the 'hill' and he took great delight on weeing in a little stream, I was less delighted to get wee on my hand. He really does need to get his standing up weeing technique sorted out.
Edwin decided he was going to be a doggy, crawling on the floor, asking me to tell him to sit and chasing after sticks (and stones) I threw for him. Yeah, we must have looked like complete idiots but it was hilarious seeing the look on peoples' faces as they realised what we were doing. Then we went on a treasure hunt and collected loads of fallen leaves, sticks, sycamore seeds and to Edwin's great excitement lots of acorn 'hats' you know, like Twigs from Tree Fu Tom's hat
I gave Edwin the choice between a visit to the farm, a look round the shop and an ice cream from the cafe. Proving beyond doubt that he is my son, he chose the ice cream (surprise!) so after we'd finished we headed over the BIG playground for a massive run around. It was all going so well til about 11 when I knew he'd be getting hungry (we'd had the disaster pancakes at about 7am) but he didn't want to leave. It took 20 minutes and the threat of counting, before he'd leave.
When we got home he did have a 'I'm so hungry, I can't do anything' meltdown - but hey at least it wasn't in the park in front of all those other parents & their perfectly behaved kids *ahem*. Finally we tucked into my fave Mummy & Me lunch of fishfinger sandwiches or fishfingers on toast as he called it when he took the top layer of bread off.
It was all very domesticated after lunch, as I was getting the beef stew ready to put in the oven, Edwin made a lovely forest collage for Richard using all the treasures we'd found on our walk.We jumped about on the trampoline before heading to the library then came home to watch Hiro of the Rails. Yeah, okay, he watched it twice and I managed to have a cat nap during the second showing.
Obviously he wasn't at all interested in the AMAZING beef stew and just ate a shed load of mash & green beans instead. I admit it, I ate his stew, in my defence, I did give myself a small portion because I assumed this would happen.
Bath, stories and bedtime were all pretty uneventful - hurrah - and I was sat on the sofa watching Dr Who (I love the iPlayer in HD) at 7.30 after clearing up.
All in all, a good day. Yays.
* I accepted the fact that I'm ridiculously middle class a long time ago. I think I was in my early 20s when someone called me middle class as an insult. I shrugged and said, yeah, I know, why try and pretend otherwise.
** Don't put buttermilk into 'normal' pancake mixture. They tasted good but were a bastard to cook.
*** Edwin's obsessed with Peter & the Wolf at the moment
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