I decided to take Rory along to a new toddlers group. He doesn’t attend a nursery and I’m conscious that it’s good for him to socialise with other children. I’d convinced Lizzie to come with me to check it out as I find it quite daunting going to new activities. I needn’t have worried. Rory and Emma toddled off and played with the fab selection of toys. Rory made a beeline for the dolls pram. He loves a pram. He shot off at lightening speed, mowing down several children in his way. He uses the pram as less of an accessory and more of a weapon. Emma spent a considerable amount of time with one leg trapped down the hole of a trampoline but she seemed happy enough.
Another older boy was quite keen on grabbing toys off other children. Rory let it happen once and then formed a strategy. As soon as the boy came to steal the phone off him, he just shut his eyes, held the toy close and sat down until the boy gave up. I liked his style.
Lizzie sighed, “Don’t get me wrong Karen. I like it. But I can’t see a tea trolley”. Lizzie lives for a cup of tea and toddler activities, and she has a fair point. “I know what you are saying. But look at all the great toys! And it’s only £2!” I could sense she wasn’t convinced. And then bingo. Out pops a lady with tea, coffee, biscuits and juice for the kids. Extra joy was injected into the event as we had actual real mugs. No styrofoam here. “Fair enough Karen. I think it’s a winner”.
As Lizzie freed Emma from the trampoline and I prized Rory From the handle of the toy pram we decided it was a success. For £2 you really couldn’t complain. I am looking forward to seeing Rory’s battle skills develop and Lizzie is already looking forward to her next cuppa!
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.
I guess I should enjoy this stage of inexpensive joy. The days of forking out for expensive toys will some soon enough I’m sure. Now, back to the pans Rory!