That awful Small Human of mine decided that it was appropriate to lick my nose this morning. I had scooped her out of her bed, taken her sleepy bag off, helped her carry several stuffed toys into the living room when she looked at me with her big blue eyes, stuck out her little pink tongue and made purposeful contact with the tip of my nose.
I have never heard her laugh so much. What kind of monster am I raising?
The weather being what it is, I decided we were better to head out earlier in the day. So once we finished our pancake brekkie – apple and blueberry – I got us both dressed, bundled her up into her splash suit, boots, hat and almost onto my back when that familiar sense of foreboding descended upon me. Yup. The unthinkable had happened.
One of the most time consuming things about toddlers is getting them dressed. Worsened only by adding in a nappy change.
A more successful take two!
Once we had undressed and redressed, we took a wander out over to Victoria Park.
It’s really lovely big space that has two playgrounds and plenty of room for a Wee Daftie to chase after doggies and shout at boirdies. It’s about a 30 minute walk away but I made the walk longer by following my instinct to walk a path I hadn’t been down before.
Despite the fact I had no idea where we were going, I trusted the signposts along the way, my feet to carry us and the fact that my sense of direction actually isn’t terrible.
And I am so glad we ventured down this way! It was so beautiful. The path was perfectly clear, the embankments each side were covered in gorgeous white snow, wintery green ivy and perfectly felled tree stumps.
Daftie really, REALLY, enjoyed shouting down the big tunnel we walked through. The poor man walking his dogs ahead of us kept turning round to see what was going on. Sadly, he didn’t actually see the tiny person I had strapped to me until I overtook him so I’m pretty sure he thought some utter psychopath was trundling along after him.
We were joined in the park by one of Wee Daftie’s Official Unofficial Aunties.
This gang of glorious gals are my sisters in Edinburgh. I don’t get to see my two amazing actual ones as often as I’d like so I am so thankful to have these other awesome ladies around as much as I do. Both my girl and I are better for having them in our lives.
After a good run around the park, a cheeky coffee and some epic stair climbing at my American Sister’s house, we absolutely smashed our steps target well before we made it home in time for lunch. Result!
Four days done, 27 to go!
Look at how pretty they are! Perfect breakfast of champions. Well, Dafties.
Travels With My Daftie 