FP had a nice long lie in this morning, he deserved it, he’s been letting me have a lie in most of the week because I’ve been exercising a lot and it’s been killing me!
G hung out with Daddy for a while, then wanted to play out, who wouldn’t, the day was shaping up to be another glorious, no sign of hinted at showers. I popped to the shop because we wanted ice-cream, and also got cherries and bananas to go with it (we already had chocolate sauce). When I returned, I saw the water pistols were out and G was absolutely soaked! No-one else, just him! I let him play out a bit longer, walking the fine line between worry about hot sun + water + his declining sun screen protection and his enjoyment, then went to get him for lunch and ice-cream. Just as I got round the other cul-de-sac someone was pulling into their drive and when I got there there was a guy looking at G’s scooter, he’d run over it. G was a bit distraught when he realised he actually wouldn’t be able to ride it again, but the guy offered to pay for it. I didn’t think it was wholly fair of him to do that because we’ve told G in the past about leaving it on the road, so I said we’d go halves.
In the afternoon we went to the “fayre” at the old people’s home, which was seriously underwhelming, but we bought a cake, and there is truly nothing more gorgeous than a Victoria sponge made by an old lady, and I picked up a Christmas present for someone. Yes it may be early, but I’ve been inspired by my mum who is buying her presents. She says it silly to leave it till the last minute as she has all this time. Secretly, I think she’s worried about dying before Christmas and leaving us without any presents as it was right before last Christmas that she had her stroke. Of course this isn’t going to be much of a secret by tomorrow as she reads this blog every Sunday… (If you want to leave a comment you can click on the No Comments bit and fill in the form!)
G played out more when we got back and we told him he wasn’t allowed to get wet, a number of the other kids say they’re not allowed to get wet so it’s not an alien concept to any of them. We didn’t expect him not to get wet, we just hoped he wouldn’t get as completely sopping as before and all his sunscreen wash off. He managed about an hour and a half before he came in dripping! We had to keep him in (well around the house/garden) as that was what we’d told him.
As we’d talked about the sun burning I thought this would be a good time to break out an activity I got from my absolutely most favourite art and craft blog, The Crafty Crow. It pulls together lots of craft ideas from other blogs in one handy blog. That’s where I got the painting sticks thing from. ‘Tis very handy for a non-crafty person like me!
So, we melted crayon shavings with a magnifying glass. I say we, as soon as G had had a go and seen the magic and heard a talk about the sun and fires and stuff he was off. I was fascinated!
Then we briefly did some magic painting before G and FP played football.
