Yesterday we had one those rare days where it was just the three of us together all day. We gave Little Bear the choice of what to do but after he said “just stay at home” we took the situation into our own hands!
After a lovely breakfast we did his latest magazine and checked the growth of our caterpillars (we’ve got one of those “grow your own butterfly” kits) before getting dressed and heading out.
We visited a local nature reserve, Woods Mill, and it was brilliant. Little Bear had a map and a stick – he was in his element! We spotted dragonflies, beetles, worms, and pond skaters, and a butterfly even landed on Little Bear’s chin.
We spent the afternoon at home, checking in with the caterpillars at regular intervals! We made a Pirate Cove and had some swashbuckling pirate adventures, then Little Bear helped to cut the vegetables for dinner.
It wasn’t a particularly exciting day, nothing particularly funny happened, but it was pretty close to perfect. Everyone liked each other, everyone was happy, and everyone got lots of cuddles – it was one of those days you dream of having but seldom achieve!
For Christmas Little Bear got a calendar which we do together every morning. He enjoys talking about what we are doing on each day, it has helped with some early letter and number recognition, and he loves to check the daily weather – he’s a true Brit.
Whatever the weather we will invariably be out in it at some point, although Little Bear is quite adamant that he doesn’t like rain until there are puddles. Also, motorbikes don’t like rain so why should he? It’s logic I can’t fault.
Yesterday was a true British summer day. It started cold, grey, and windy, it threatened to rain, we then had a few hours sunshine, and then the wind returned. But throughout it all we were outside in our shorts and t-shirts!
On Sunday we went to Bedgebury Pinetum to find Stick Man in the British Summer weather…wind and rain!
Little Bear loves the Stick Man story, he tells it to himself all the time and slips phrases into conversations. As soon as I knew there was a Stick Man trail near us I knew we had to go!
The car parking cost us £12, pretty steep but not too bad if you take a picnic and make a day of it. The Stick Man trail pack was an extra £3.50 but had to be cash which we didn’t have, so daddy spent £10 on a stuffed Stick Man and convinced them to give us the pack anyway. Although next time we probably wouldn’t bother with it.
The trail itself was great – up hills, round the lake, through the trees! There were signs along the way for Little Bear to spot, and different activity points as well. We made a nest, built a tower, lay in Stick Man’s bed, made a Stick Man to hang on the family tree, and gave Stick Man a cuddle!
We spent nearly two hours doing it and in better weather we could have easily spent longer, I really recommend it to anyone with a Stick Man enthusiast! The whole setting was great with lots more to explore…maybe we’ll try Gruffalo orienteering next!
Yesterday we took a trip with my mum to visit some animals and have a ride on Little Bear’s scuttlebug. Sensibly I put him in his wellies, knowing that he is attracted to mud like bees are drawn to flowers…I didn’t unfortunately use the same logic on myself but that’s ok, I’m an adult, I can cope with some mud!
We went to look at the animals which Little Bear loved, especially when he realised they had balls to play with. He has been fascinated by goats and chickens since we went to Devon last June, and today was no exception…in fact it went to a new level today, we were asked to “buy a goat” and “buy a chicken”, just looking will no longer suffice! He found a puddle to splash in which, given the wellies, wasn’t a problem. However, the uneven ground was and it wasn’t long before one leg was covered in mud after a particularly enthusiastic jump, but he didn’t mind and we carried on.
In the gift shop I wanted to top up his animal collection and nanny bought him a football…oh nanny, did you think this through?! We now had a very muddy park, a toddler, and a ball. Needless to say, the scuttlebug was ignored and Little Bear set off with his ball. He kicked it and chased it down hills, had it kicked back by boys and grown men, a dog thought about taking it it but moved on…it was actually turning out quite well, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea.
But then there was mud, mud that a Bear Hunt would be proud of, mud so thick and oozy that no one was going near it. Except Little Bear!
Suddenly it became an impossible task to keep the ball on the path and he was squelching his way across the grass…sometimes with nanny in tow which really should have been caught on camera as her footwear was about as appropriate as mine! And then, with not too far left to go, the inevitable happened…SPLAT!!! Little Bear slipped and was covered, top to bottom in mud!
To his credit he was only concerned momentarily and then carried on kicking the ball back to the car through the muddiest patches he could find. Before he was allowed in the car the coat had to come off, the wellies had to come off, and even his jeans had to come off! I have never seen so much mud!
Nanny did proclaim that the football may not have been her best idea…I whole heartedly agree, but then again, what harm can a little mud do?! Next time I will just be better prepared!