Monday morning saw Sam and I hauling ourselves out of the house to get to the park for our weekly baby gathering and stroll. Although it had been chucking it down yesterday the skies were clear this morning and we were ready to brave the bracing chill and get some fresh air and exercise. Sadly however the other ladies were not made of such stern stuff and it was decided that we should adjorn to the nearest coffee shop instead. Had a pleasant time balancing babies and hot coffee, and chatting with the other mummys.
Driving home we had to pass Piedmont Park again and I decided we were not going to be wusses like everyone else and turned into the car park. Sam and I had a lovely walk along the pathways via the lake to see the ducks. I wished we’d remembered to bring some bread to feed them because Sam was taking a keen interest peering over the edge of his stroller to watch them. We also stopped to watch a little bird take a bath in a puddle and Sam thought that was highly amusing too. We headed over to the playground where despite the damp Sam got to play on the swings and have a bit of a toddle around. He says he had a great time but wishes he had a pair of pirate wellingtons just like Grandad’s so he could jump in all the puddles.