Today was a good day. The boy seemed to be back to his usual self - a conclusion I came to largely as a result of a return to less toxic nappies. After a leisurely breakfast of tea (for me) and toast (for both of us), we pootled along to Hove Park with a couple of the NCT ladies and little 'uns.
Our merry troupe attempted an al fresco lunch, but the inclement February weather forced a move indoors to the marginally cosier surroundings of the Hove Park cafe. We like it in there; it's quirky with good coffee, and the jolly colours and retro accessories are enough to distract me from the flagrant apostrophe abuse on their signage. I think we made for an amusing sight as the bubs all sat in their highchairs chomping away on various goodies. Lottie's over-zealous attempts to 'feed' Arthur (via his mouth or his sleeve), were particularly entertaining.
Lunch completed (along with obligatory food carnage on the floor), and of course, the destination of choice was obviously the swings. The mums were determined that they should not miss out on the action, and the three of us attempted to negotiate a sort of giant, adult, see-saw/swing/hangy-thing hybrid, reminiscent of something that may once have featured on the Krypton Factor obstacle course. Dexter, Arthur and Lottie sat in their pushchairs watching their deranged mothers with great bemusement. They then got their turn - on the miniature, cage-like, designed for small children swings of course. Today's #366 picture shows the boy having a lovely time on said swings. This was shortly before Hannah noticed that Dexter was turning an alarming shade of mottled purple and that perhaps his labrador raincoat (as stylish as it is), was not quite adequate protection from the distinctly wintry chill in the air.
This was soon resolved by spending the rest of the afternoon at Hannah's: warming up, tea-slurping, playing, gossiping and CBeebies. I love those sort of half-term days. They feel like a tiny reminder of a glorious maternity leave which now almost feels like it never happened.
Think the boy and I will struggle with the return to the daily grind next week. And I still haven't done my marking...