Thursday, 23 May 2013
This is our garden. From up close to a little further away. With lots of green space for family and friends. Trees are now in bloom and dandelions and daisies grow ready to be picked apart. There is a pond with a resident heron and lots of ducks who often swim over to say hello. Squirrels are very friendly here and are always asking for a nut. We currently live in a small flat with no garden space but are very lucky with a beautifully and well maintained local park only 10 minutes away. The wee man has grown to know this space really well. This is Glasgow. This is Kelvingrove Park. This is our garden. How does your garden grow?
Wednesday, 22 May 2013
Monday, 20 May 2013
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.”
Saturday, 18 May 2013
It's only our local park but every time we go we seem to experience it a little differently. It has two play parks which are great for the wee man but we can sometimes actually miss them. It seems to be in my wee man's nature to be more attracted by the sticks, mud and flowers. Now that I have introduced him to bubbles and chalk that is a lot more fun than the swings and the slides. We still need a bit more practise with the bubbles but recently we had Daddy's help and I actually got to take some pictures of the action. Friday's swimming lessons was cancelled which was probably a good thing as the sun was shining rather gloriously and the rain left behind a huge muddy puddle which captivated us for ages.
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
My wee man has never had a favourite toy or comforter since a baby. I'm afraid that is probably the role of his dummy at the minute. Yet slowly over time I have watched his toys become his friends. Stuffed toys started to take on new life and were not just decorative pieces any more. Slowly the collection of soft toys in the bed grew and I'm not sure if he would be happy to settle without one...I've not dared to try! It's watching how his imagination grows that is fascinating. He has conversations with them, gets them to do fun things with him and are great for just a cuddle. The soft toy-wee man relationship has now also been found to be very beneficial for travelling long distances for example when stuck on an aeroplane for two and a half hours. Recently it's hard to go out the house without someone in his hand. Actually sometimes his hands are full beyond capacity and mummy is charged with holding one. I've learnt as well that I can't hide them in my pockets but have to carry them in my hands because after all there is certain way we treat our friends.