Firstly, we rode on the top of the bus (his first time; requiring non-stop stream-of-consciousness chatter, around 60% of which consisted of the words 'look at that!') to Trafalgar Square and then we walked to Covent Garden, stopping briefly to admire the fountains.
It's a short walk for a grown up but quite a trek for a little tiny small person whose trousers keep falling down.
We then walked all around the transport museum for several hours, including an hour in which the boys stood up and played with the toy trains while stuffing their faces. The remainder of the time included much sitting in the driving seats of various public transport vehicles.
After being mugged in the shop for bendy buses, we sat at a cafe and the boys played on the cobblestones for another hour.
After bathing them in disinfectant, we walked all the way from Covent Garden to Waterloo station, a march of just under a mile - a significant distance for a little tiny small person, loose waistband or not.
With Einstein in his buggy and in peril of falling asleep too close to tea-time and the spud on what were surely his last legs, my lovely friend produced her hidden ace - a pocket full of Quality Street. Whenever a head began to loll or a chin began to wobble she would dig out a chocolate and hold it up for them to muzzle out of her hand like horses.
We stumbled from one sugar rush to the next until the tube home and then, after a much-needed bath, had neighbours and their son over for take-away and a playdate (featuring a certain bendy bus). The Spud finally slept at 9:30, having been on the go since 7am.
I may not be a little tiny small person but if he doesn't sleep in tomorrow morning, the Frog better have some Quality Street hidden away somewhere because I tell you, I'm going to bloody well need it...
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After bathing them in disinfectant, we walked all the way from Covent Garden to Waterloo station, a march of just under a mile - a significant distance for a little tiny small person, loose waistband or not.
With Einstein in his buggy and in peril of falling asleep too close to tea-time and the spud on what were surely his last legs, my lovely friend produced her hidden ace - a pocket full of Quality Street. Whenever a head began to loll or a chin began to wobble she would dig out a chocolate and hold it up for them to muzzle out of her hand like horses.
We stumbled from one sugar rush to the next until the tube home and then, after a much-needed bath, had neighbours and their son over for take-away and a playdate (featuring a certain bendy bus). The Spud finally slept at 9:30, having been on the go since 7am.
I may not be a little tiny small person but if he doesn't sleep in tomorrow morning, the Frog better have some Quality Street hidden away somewhere because I tell you, I'm going to bloody well need it...
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4 comments:
He's looking so grown up now! I have a fabulous book to give away on my Chez Aspie blog from Sunday so please stop by and join in the fun. x
I thought that too! Looking just like his ol' dad, the Spud. Striking. Ahhh candies. The pre-dinner snack of champions! I also use them to coerce the kidlets into to walking up to our 4th floor apt. by themselves. Saved my back, those treats have!
I think it's lovely that you have a Friday routine with friends. Might just try to do the same.
This looks like so much fun! I love days like that and places where my little one can have fun. Love the photos!
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