Going out for a walk with a toddler is more trouble than you might think. It's also probably a lot less trouble for minimalist me than it is for most people.
You have to get dressed, finding a costume that's acceptable (ie pink, urrggh!!) and a hat (hats are notoriously evasive items), make sure food has been consumed, that water is packed, shoes are on, suncream applied (a right old song and dance that is), ball packed, dog poo bags packed, blah blah blah.
No wonder we hardly ever get out before nine thirty in the morning.
Add the complication of a Mum who is on nights and therefore, at nine thirty in the morning, ensconced in her bedroom trying to get to sleep - anathema to a toddler - and trouble can, and did, ensue.
Eloise is very affectionate towards her mum at the moment, perhaps because she remembers two weeks without her not so long ago, perhaps because life with old muggins here is so dull! When Nicole gets back from work it's beams and cuddles all over and "Mammeeee!! Mammeee!!"
It's very touching, and makes me feel a little jealous sometimes.
This morning Nicole made the mistake of letting Squeaky into her bedroom. She climbed into bed beside her mum, stuck her thumb in her mouth and relaxed there. I took advantage my having a shower. When I got out, needless to say, Eloise didn't want to leave the parental bed.
Whilst going through the logistical list above, I found a liquid present beside the bed, so add "clean up pools of liquid" to the above list. And "calm down toddler tantrumette."
Walk at the brook was as per usual. Eloise picked little flowers and dropped them into the water to see them flow away about two feet before running aground as the water is so low.
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