It wasn't clear, but at least it didn't look like rain was on the way, so we decided on a picnic. We packed the food, a rug, a ball, and drove on into the glen.
We ate by the side of a small river. Strawberries, sandwiches and pasta salad. The boys felt that boyish compulsion to get as close to the water as possible without falling in. We played soccer, then went for a walk.
We walked beside the river, amongst the pines and the ferns, sometimes holding hands, sometimes running and falling over.
On our walk, we spotted three black beetles and climed rocks. We walked back to the car, and coaxed the boys into their seats with promise of ice cream. It worked. We had a wonderful day in the glen.
...a little blonde haired boy in the kitchen. He had made his own cappacino, by sprinking way too much chocolate powder onto the left over frothed milk from my earlier coffee. He was eating it with a spoon.
Earlier in the morning he sat in the highchair in the kitchen and very carefully parked his matchbox cars in a line on the breakfast bench. He surprised us by practising some colour words. All the cars were black until we told him otherwise, but unusually he repeated some of the other colours after we said them including blue, and red.