It was a sunny day and Donna and I decided to take Archie and Rory to the park for a picnic. When I say “picnic” I mean that she had thrown Archie’s lunch is a tupperware dish and I had chopped up 25 strawberries. We had nothing for ourselves. Other than her tap water. Which we shared….
We found a nice spot and sat the boys on the picnic blanket. Rory immediately ran away, launching himself head first into other families (much more exciting) picnics. Archie sat beautifully and ate his lunch whilst Rory tried to interrupt football games and climb onto dogs.
He found an empty bottle of water and proceeded to spend the next 40 minutes kicking it around and cheering. I really need to start packing more toys. Keys and some rice cakes just aren’t cutting it anymore.
Since Rory has turned 15 months, I notice he is starting to have ‘favourite’ objects. Things he loves to drag about from room to room. Currently his top choice is a large set of steel pans. Seriously, these pans are so heavy that I can hardly lift them but out they come from the drawer, every morning after breakfast, to be scattered on the floor. And then the squealing begins. Ah yes, no set of pans is complete without a wooden spoon. So out that comes too. Rory then sits on the floor repeating “yes yes yes” whilst stirring his empty pans. If it’s sunny the pans get some water in and he takes them outside. Sometimes I allow him to throw in some fruit. What a lucky boy eh?
The toilet roll holder, that’s another one, it’s dragged from room to room like a trophy. Being presented to Simon and I for praise and wonderment. Sometimes he falls out with the toilet roll holder. I don’t know what has went on between then but occasionally it’s launched in the bath for it’s behaviour. That’s the toilet roll holder, not Rory.