I'm sure it cannot have escaped your notice that this weekend saw Spring arrive.
OK so it is now an overcast Monday; Spring put in an appearance anyway.
On Saturday, Harry and I paid a visit to my Auntie's house in Portishead. My Sister picked us up long with two cousins and we descended on my Auntie's house. We were paying a visit as my Nana and Great-Auntie were visiting from Belfast and we wanted to catch up with them.
After a nice buffet lunch we spent a couple of hours in the garden enjoying the sunshine, watching all five boys (aged from almost-3 up to 10 years old) playing nicely together, whether on the trampoline or playing football. Unfortunately I forgot to take any pictures, other than one I have already shared of Harry covered in ice-cream! In case you missed it though, here it is again!
Sunday wasn't quite such a bright day but after a morning of clearing the washing pile the husband, Harry and I headed to the local park. This isn't a park that I have been to before because I had always thought it was too far a walk but D insisted that I would be able to manage it so I was happy to go along as well. Harry decided that as Mummy didn't know the way, he would show me.
Harry's confidence on the play equipment has always amazed me, he has never had any sense of fear but then I suppose toddlers are often like that. I think they mostly pick up on fears from others around them and we've always been happy to let him roam, whilst keeping a close eye on him. However, during this visit he didn't want our help at all with anything and was absolutely determined to do things solo, I think he was even contemplating the fireman's pole himself but that was a step too far for us and the husband helped him slide down it.
After lots of fun on the equipment, we took Harry out of playground to run around the open green and he ran towards the paddling pool. Since it clearly isn't quite Summer yet, the gates were locked but Harry wasn't convinced so stalked around the gates, stopping every now and again to try and force his way through the barriers. At the discovery that he couldn't, in fact, squeeze through the railings and Daddy wouldn't lift him over we could see a tantrum simmering just beneath the surface and then suddenly we were saved by the bell. Well the ice cream van.
Now, to the best of my knowledge, Harry has never actually had anything from an ice cream fan but he does like music, any music and he will dance, so I can only assume it is his love of tunes that made him run towards the van where upon he spotted ice cream and asked for one (including please!). One ice cream purchased and we made our way to a bench to sit and eat it, shared between the three of us. Except, stupidly, we chose a bench in view of the paddling pool. Now there were three tween boys that had climbed over the wall to retrieve their footballs, which of course meant Harry believed he could go in after all. Mummy and Daddy were clearly lying and the most epic tantrum we have ever had the misfortune of dealing with in public erupted.
Whilst I carried on eating the ice cream (hey, I can hardly pick him up at the best of times!), the husband tried to persuade Harry he could go back to the playground to no avail so promptly picked him up and our trip to the park was brought to an end.
Harsh maybe? I don't know but there was no way we were attempting to reason with a toddler in full tantrum mode in public!
I am linking up to #CountryKids for Outdoor Fun!