Every Wednesday, we go to a little playgroup just up the road from us. Every Wednesday, I get us up, strap her into her trike and we head up for a couple of hours play.
As much a I love my Caboo, the playgroup is up a really steep hill and pushing her in this is infinitely easier. I can carry her for literal miles but hills are such a bugger!
It’s a tiny group. The first three weeks we went, there was only the two of us and the volunteers! In general though, there are about 5-6 families who we regularly see and Wee Daftie has left quite an impression on the volunteers. I think Margaret is her favourite though. Wee Daftie routinely walks up to her, takes her hand and leads her on a little tour of the room. The second poor Margaret sits back down again, over she runs to start the game again.
After playgroup, we took a big, long walk home. One thing occurred to me today as I was working out the longest route home. It is so nice to be doing my best to find the longest way home. Or which bus stop is furthest away. So often we all look for the fastest path or the shortcut or easiest route. None of which is bad but there’s been something really enjoyable about taking the long round.
We finished off our steps with a pre-dinner walk. Someone had eaten all the blueberries so we needed to pick up some fruit for tomorrow’s breakfast. Can’t think who could have eaten all the blueberries…
Here we have a Small Human on the search for Booblees. She first stalks her prey by sneaking up to their natural habitat, the fridge, shouting “Booblees??” at anyone who will listen.
Then she will look willfully at the nearest Mammy she can, repeating the call, more earnestly now, with added gesturing and pointing, “Booblees?”, hoping that her hypnotising calls will lure the Mammy into helping with the hunt.
The hunting ritual usually ends with the long suffering Mammy relenting and producing said “Booblees”.
Like a sucker.
Travels With My Daftie 