We went to the park yesterday. We went to the park today.
Yesterday Daddy and his friend Richard went to the tennis courts at Candler Park to hit together for the first time in an age and so Sam and I accompanied them for the fresh air. As we were sat watching Bill try to ease back into wielding a racket it got a little dull and so I decided to take Froggy for a little Autumnal stroll. We escaped the confines of the court and fallen leaves crunching underfoot, Sam careered down the hill in his chariot where we found ourselves at the children’s play area. Excited to introduce Sam to the joys of the playground I unstrapped him from the Quinny and tentatively sat together on one of the swings. It wasn’t built for adult bottoms, it was a bit of a pinch, but the discomfort was well worth the effort as with Sam in my arms we gently swung and enjoyed watching the swarms of other children and parents enjoying a sunny afternoon in the park. The day was so gorgeous some families were even in shorts and having picnics among the leaves.
This morning it was back to Candler Park for our weekly Monday stroll. I think we may have had our best turn out yet as we were joined by several new mums and children as well as familiar faces. With the playground for a distraction I can’t say we did too much strolling, but instead the mums had a fine time testing the children out on the seesaws, slides and swings. Sam got to try out the proper infant swing on his own today. Despite the grumpy picture he did really seem to enjoy it.
Speaking of grumpy, I don’t think Sam has been himself for the past few days. He’s just been a bit lethargic and not his usual always on the go self. He’s been terribly moody in appearance. I know his trademark look is quite thoughtful, but this seems different. For example, normally I could put him down with the other children on the floor and he’d be crawling all over the place and trying to pull up on anything that he could, but today he was content to just sit like a lump and scowl. Yesterday Bill put him in his playpen and instead of the now familiar cries of anguish at being cooped up he simply didn’t move from where he was placed and lay on his back as quiet as can be. Of course, just when we start to wonder if something is bothering him he’ll then seem perfectly normal and hyper again, and we’ll be back to wishing he had an off switch. Other than those observations there is nothing apparently wrong. Probably nothing, just a bit weird.
Sam also learnt a new trick this weekend. He discovered his tongue and enjoys mimicking us when we stick our tongues out at him and waggle them. He’s adorable. Oh, and of late he also seems to have discovered how to undress himself. He doesn’t seem to like wearing clothes!
Oh and I’m happy to report that Bill finally managed to snag the cheapo Ikea highchair and in celebration last night Sammycam broadcast direct from Sam’s diner for his watching Nanna and Grandad back in Blighty. A superb home cooked dinner of green beans and rice was devoured and then he showed off his proficiency with a Farley’s Rusk.