Day 262

Big Human headed back up to Aberdeen this morning and Wee Daftie and I took a trip on a train! 

I love trains. I even spent the bulk of 2011 working on one. It was a lovely way to see some amazing parts of Scotland that I would not have seen otherwise. And Dundee. We saw LOTS of Dundee train station that year. 

Forgive the blurry pic but I wanted to share my accidental matching with Daftie. Now. I regularly admit that I am happy to dress us in silly matching outfits because I am ridiculous like that. And I have no shame. And it is hilarious. Today though was not actually intentional. As she’s so snotty and continuously soggy, we’ve been using all her dribble bibs, all of the time. Today’s lovely camouflage one looked just perfect against the backdrop of my own olive triangle scarf. Whoops. I thought I should probably change before we left. 

I didn’t.

We met Numbnuts at Waverley at 11am and jumped on the first train to Glasgow. She is on holiday at the moment so suggested a trip through to visit Kelvingrove. It’s a fab museum and gallery housed in a totally stunning building. We had a good wander about the exhibits, had a tasty lunch (baby led wins again as I could eat my lunch nice and hands free as Daftie tucked into some fruit and cauliflower fritters I had made that morning) and lots of chatter. 

After soaking up the culture, we went back to the station via Buchanan Galleries, namely the Lego shop! Daftie won’t be big enough for her new Duplo set juuuust yet (give or take 15 months) but I could not resist! I’ll eventually let her decide her own hobbies, I promise. Maybe. I won’t always make her like what I like, honest. Well. I’ll try at least. Maybe. 

I won’t.

A lovely train journey home, with Daftie sat on Numbnuts’ knee (eating another homemade treat) and making the very nice lady sitting opposite us laugh. She’s such a funny wee thing so I love it when others see it too. She’s not the smiliest of babies. She seems to prefer a good old stare instead. Moments when she’s hanging out and being silly make me so happy. Especially when it involves her clambering off her Auntie’s lap and onto the table, chewing on an unopened bag of Haribo. 

Steps very nicely achieved before we left Glasgow so feeling very proud of myself, after a couple of days of low motivation.

And only three more days to go!

Such an idiot. And Daftie.