Busy day. I did the school run in the morning and then Bea and I met up with her little playgroup at the Nature Museum in Freedom Park. As I was running around the house getting the kids ready for their outings I was fretting that once again I was going to have to send Sam to school in inappropriate attire, or without necessary items. It seems that we are forever trying to play catchup with his clothes thanks to the weather and that pesky growing thing that he does.
Before Christmas I was charging around trying to find the boy a raincoat and wellies to wear on wet days and it seemed to take me forever to even find somewhere that sold those simple items, let alone ones that Sam would approve of wearing. Driving from big store to big store with the kids on the hunt for something specific is draining, and I can sink hours scouring Google for the perfect deal. I miss the days of being able to pop into Plymouth, or Manchester, or any real city centre and just walk from shop to shop checking out merchandise and maybe muse purchasing decisions over a cup of coffee while I’m at it. Anyway, in the hunt for the raingear I was very relieved when finally the perfect items were ordered online, arrived at our front door, and we could finally send Sam to school dressed ready for puddle action. Sam was thrilled with his green “grandad wellies” which are indeed very much just like Grandad’s and I found the most amazing raincoat that could have just been made with Sam in mind. Green, with yellow diggers. How perfect is that?
We did almost have a moment where Sam scowled as he cast his eye over his new coat. “Hmm. No good. I need a digger with TWO scoops! Where is the digger with TWO scoops?!” He stands up and turns into a digger with two scoops to show me what he means. “One scoop at the front, and one at the back!”
Oh crikey! My heart is sinking as I recall the trouble I went to find him this coat. This green coat with diggers on it. And now he will settle for nothing less than a green coat with diggers with not one, but two scoops! Marvellous.
Then Sam stops digging and scooping and peers down at the jacket discarded grumpily on the floor. “I found one!” He’s all happy again and ready to put the coat on. I’m confused. Then I understand. There, on the front, where the patch pocket is sewn on and the pattern overlays there is indeed a digger amalgamation with two scoops! Phew! Crisis averted.
But then on to the next one. With the cold bitter weather Sam was now in need of a warm coat, hat and gloves. Bill went out on a coat hunt after work on Monday and managed to find a warm jacket that wouldn’t break the bank, but drew a blank on hats and gloves. The next day I tried to take Sam and Bea shopping in the afternoon and instead managed the frazzled mum chasing children in two different directions around the shop move, gave up and came back home.
We’d already been gently reminded by his teachers, verbally and via email, that bare hands and head were no good and I was feeling like a bad mum, dreading dropping off a gloveless, hatless Sam. Then I had a brainwave and went rooting around in Bea’s room for his old hat and gloves. Maybe, just maybe? Aunt Mary had given Sam a set of green camouflage mittens and hat when he was one. They had been far too big for him then and I’d put the mittens away, and had sewn up the hat to make it fit his little one year old head. Big sighs of relief as Sam excitedly slipped his hands into the gloves. YES! I unpicked the stitches from the hat and suddenly we had another crisis averted.
Sam tried to wear his hat and gloves throughout breakfast, though he had difficulty eating his Cheerios, as he chattered happily about how Miss Robin and Miss Colleen had said he needed gloves so that he could play with the diggers in the playground.
When we got to the classroom the first thing he did was race up to Miss Colleen and tell her that he had green gloves in his pocket. He made her help him get them out so he could show her what nice gloves he had. It was awfully sweet but I was just about cringing from embarrassment that my poor cold child had been suffering with cold fingers. Mind you, I was also terribly shocked that Sam was now so happily wearing his hat and gloves. Nothing would have persuaded him to put, and keep, those on before!
Leaving Sam modeling his mittens and barely even noticing when we left, Bea and I charged over to the Nature Museum for her playdate. That place is so miserable. Stuffed animals and poor creatures cooped up in pathetic looking exhibits. Still, it was warm and Bea had a great time running around all over the place. We met a couple of other mums and their little girls. Bea just enjoyed toddling around and she found a wooden bridge to spend her time going back and forth over. There were several other groups of mums and children wandering around. As I was watching Bea explore I noticed that whenever their little boys came walking near to Bea she would flinch and start taking quick steps backwards. One boy in particular would make her eyes widen and face turn to anguish. Curious. Then I realised that the boy who had the most effect on my little girl was wearing green. Oh Sam!