Sam and I finally got out of the house at the end of last week after a little sickness enforced self quarantine. Once Sam was feeling better and ready to meet his friends again we went to the zoo.
We were the first ones there and I wasn’t able to keep him occupied looking at the flamingos while we waited for company because he was desperate to see a rhino. I’m not sure when he suddenly gained a fascination with rhinos but Bill tells me that the last time they went to the zoo together Sam was smitten. On Friday he chased off to see his new found friend, past the elephants, the warthogs and the meerkats, while excitedly yelling “rhino! rhino!” the whole way. I could barely keep up with him.
We then met up with our friends and continued on a more sedate tour of the grounds. The elephants weren’t in their enclosure, replaced by a sign notifying us of their presence in the elephant house. Sam was disappointed and pulled me into the elephant house to find them but we must have just missed their exit as there was no elephant to be seen. My little boy was very confused. Then, like magic, they reappeared outside again just as we had given up and were to be found busily swinging their trunks to pull food from the bundles dangling above their heads.
Yesterday Sam and I went to support Bill as he played his first ALTA doubles match in five years. I wish I could report that they trounced the opposition but sadly he and Richard blew it. Three match points were thrown away and from a commanding position they went on to do a great Tim Henman. Sam had a fun time watching, chasing his ball around, and making lots of friends among the ALTA team members. We also saw Leigh and Ryker, and the toddlers played together on the nearby playground before the match began.
This morning I woke bright and early and packed Sam up into my new jogging stroller (a cool lightweight three wheeler I snagged off freecycle and which I’m very excited by), hitched Quincy to his lead, and made our way over to Martha’s house. She was hosting the Sunday Runners today and had mapped a twelve mile route which took those scary athletic types past our house. Sam and I are proud to say that we also did the twelve mile run, except we started at Braeburn and thus it was three for us. We also didn’t quite run all the way, but instead halted for several pee mail nosings en route and settled for a stop start brisk walk/jog combo.
Didn’t stay too long at Martha’s because Sam took a liking to her pond and couldn’t be persuaded that throwing pebbles, small stones and even some hefty rocks into it was not allowed. Martha’s other guests were treated to a few toddler tantrums and crocodile tears as I tried to tame my child. It was soon clear that we ought to bid a retreat before our welcome was outstayed and Bill was called to come pick us up. Mind you he didn’t turn up before Sam had also dragged a folding chair from Martha’s front room all the way into her kitchen in a cunning plan to climb up and get to all the Easter food and treats she had laid out out of his reach. Still, it was nice to get out, get some overdue exercise, and to briefly see everyone. Thank you Martha.
Oh, I almost forgot one cool thing Sam did though. He was gazing into the fish pond muttering to himself. I went up to see what he was interested in and was surprised to hear “one, two, three, three fish!” I was even more surprised when I peered into the murk and saw that there were indeed three goldfish swimming around together in there!
Back at the house Sam and I had a lovely nap while Bill did some DIY around the house. We still have no sink, but the hole in the floor is now patched and I was able to have a warm bath this evening without a breeze and the air around me being frigid. We also no longer have to capture toilet paper rolling around the floor as he installed a holder, and there is a towel rail attached to the wall. Bill also fitted another catch to the front porch door, this one is higher than the old one because Sam got tall, clever and not to be trusted.
Bill and I then did a super meal time collaboration and whipped up a proper roast for an Easter Sunday dinner. My tummy is so full and happy now, though I think I may have overdone it on the parsnips and swede. After all our hard work Sam of course refused to eat any of his. I even tried to coax him with a dollop of tomato ketchup but his eyes widened and he preferred to eat the sauce straight.