My Friday blog posts tend to be the same. We get up, I walk us to Monkey Music, we have a barrel of laughs (geddit? Monkey? Barrel? No?), go home for lunch, talk to Nana and Papa(p) and that’s about it. Oh and watch Drag Race Season 11 after putting her to bed…but that’s not every Friday, just the current ones.
Rainy walking!
But that’s okay, that things are the same. In fact, that is better than okay. Before having my girl, I had an appreciation for routine being important in taking care of a Small Human but my goodness it is essential! Our days start the same, our days end the same and the important things happen in the same way.
Wee Daftie responds well to routine and structure for a couple of reasons. It helps her learn, it keeps her safe but what I’ve really found is that it helps her thrive outside her routines. Whenever we end up having an adventure or something out of the ordinary, she adapts so well because she knows we will always come back to the norm, the routine, at the end of the day.
Wee Daftie has a just set up her new art studio.
The other thing I like about having the same essential day is that I really appreciate the smaller things. Like her deciding to pull her Mac truck into our bedroom so she can do colouring while I get dressed after my shower. Or when she holds her hand out to help me out of said bath, like some lady-in-waiting. Or when she decides to play monsters and starts chasing me around the kitchen, growling. If we had crazy busy days that didn’t have some structure to them, I think I would miss out on the smaller moments as I would be wondering what to next and not enjoying knowing what was around the corner.
Probably just how my funny brain works.
Breaking routine by having some sneaky nice cream – frozen bananas, mixed berries, yoghurt and a splash of maple syrup blended and boom! Ice-cream! But not really. Super, super delicious.
After class today, we got a bus halfway home and then walked the rest ourselves. The big walk to class and our second walk home for lunch took us over our target, which was ace. She might have landed in a mucky puddle on the way home (accidentally) but that didn’t stop us running down a grassy hill at one point.
Walking and chatting in the chilly spring sunshine.
Another day done and potentially housebound day tomorrow as the weather forecast looks garbage. Like the worst it has seemed all month. The forecasts have lied to us before, though, so who knows? Whatever happens, we will be walking 10,000 steps!
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