Friday 25 May 2012: Sunshine
Kids + sunshine + water. Is there a better combination? I think not! Perhaps add some suncream into the equation somewhere there, especially with a redhead like mine!
Today was mostly spent tending to a poorly Smoosh. She is just so miserable and snotty that even boob won't settle her. Mainly because she can't breathe when nursing, bless her heart. So I strapped her to my back and knuckled down to some more sewing.
Claudia, in the mean time, had so much fun playing outside. She doesn't really venture out into our garden much unless it's proper sunny, summer weather; mainly because our garden is the size of a postage stamp (seriously. It's about the same sized footprint as the house), so she had a whale of a time today. I got her cheapo paddling pool out (which I had to fill with buckets of water from the kitchen (6 trips) because the only external tap is out the front. How utterly ridiculous is that?!
Anyway, I think you can tell from this shot that she's enjoying herself!
Smoosh wanted down when she saw what fun Clauds was having but she didn't want to sit in the sun, or the shade, or the water, or the house. She didn't want boob, she didn't want to go in the carrier, she didn't want a cuddle, she didn't want to be left alone. I think she just wanted to stop feeling so miserable, and I can't say I blame her. It's awful feeling fluey in the summer; it must be doubly so when you don't understand why you feel so crap.
The mister was home before 6 today (a rare treat!) and suggested we go down to the pub for dinner. About 10 minutes from us there is a decent pub with a huge beer garden / playground. Claudia had a whale of a time playing with the other kids, getting utterly filthy and generally being ridiculously independent and outgoing. So much so that we both kept forgetting that she's only 2! She was climbing up slides the wrong way, going down them on her tummy, jumping on (and falling off) the roundabout thing (you know the ones - they're ridiculously heavy and have so much momentum that kids go flying in all directions before you're able to stop them); generally larking around and completely without any help from us - we sat and watched. Smoosh had a grizzle and a boob and promptly threw up on Daddy's head. Oh how I wish I'd captured that particular memory on film...
Today has been a sun-enriched good day.