An Extra-Ordinary Weekend

*WARNING* May be a rather long ramble, prepare by arming with favourite beverage!

Have you ever had one of those weekends where nothing amazing happens but it just feels so fantastic anyway?! One of those times when you feel so grateful that you have what you do have...


Well, on Friday it started out with a bit of false hope. I had entered a writing competition. I sent a short children's story to win a place at Swanwick in August. It's a writer's dream... Or so the reviews say. A whole week is spent going to relevant workshops and lectures of your choice.

It would be amazing to get a place on this writer's haven!

So naturally, when the phone went and the lady on the other end said she was from the competition department... (you can imagine can't you?!) My heart went into over-drive and I don't think I took a breath... until she said she had only called to tell me that my submission had been received two weeks (!) after the submission deadline... and did I want her to shred it or send it back?!!  I felt like I had sunk right into my boots. I tried to tell her that I had actually sent the submission two weeks before the deadline; but how could I argue my point with her and not come across as a sore loser?!? Rules are rules, and do acts of God count? I was absolutely defeated and felt miserable as a result.
It wasn't that I believed that I would actually win this comp; oh no, I didn't even think I would have come close, but I had worked so hard on the submission. I had stayed up to unholy hours just to get it sent off early... just in case...

Some things just aren't meant to be...

So, back to point...

THINGS GOT BETTER!
YAY!!!


Friday
So after all that, and after I told myself "Pull yourself together girl, it was a writing competition." I took my little 'uns for a walk down by the canal. I used to walk there all the time with my family. It was one of my favourite places. I used to love dad telling me what he had learnt about it; like how to spot a moorhen, or how he reckoned huge pike swam in there...
We took some bread and looked for some willing, hungry ducks. My lad was starting to get impatient as the ducks must have been chilling out somewhere else; the baby couldn't care less as he was snoozing in the pram. But just as I had given up hope and was trying to coax my son into the idea of leaving without any ducky sightings, we found...

Swans! And much to my sons delight she had her babies with her!
What was so special about this day, was that I took a walk with my children down memory lane and also made new memories a long the way.
My children's fascination, excitement and curiosity is infectious and brightens my day.

Saturday
Boring, boring, boring... Until we went out to the supermarket and decided we had time to have a break in the cafe!
All normal stuff granted, but again, it was my son's experience of the experience that made the whole thing so exciting.
He was so good mind you. He wanted to walk (ooooh, the independence) and he proved to us that he could follow all the provisos we put in place. He had to hold my hand, not touch anything and not kick and scream when it was time to go... That's high expectations of a two year old, but with gentle reassurance (and a few reminders that failure to comply meant riding in the trolley, or even worse, back to the car with no cafe experience... Mummy plays hardball...) he managed to stick to it.
I was so very proud of him. He sat beautifully whilst drinking his milk through a straw and watching the world with his big, blue eyes.

Sunday
My son was a TIGER!
Oh yeah people, we know how to spend our Sunday mornings!

The best tiger's tail

It started with my son pulling off daddy's belt from his dressing gown; which was hanging on the back of the bedroom door. He was running around and saying RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAGH with it trailing behind him. So, I tied the belt around his waist and told him it was the perfect tigers tail and why didn't he give it a swish? To which he swung his bottom to and fro as best as he could. It had me in absolute stitches!

We also had fun in the park where he son discovered the tyre swing!

Children remind us how to be children and play! It's fabulous!




I also had a baking triumph.... Check it out:

Blueberry muffins! *SCOFF!*


So there you have it, my extra-ORDINARY weekend!
Hope you had a great one too; please do share your best moment of the weekend!

Drip, Drip, Drop Little April Showers...



drip drip drop...

Rain, rain, go away...

Ah, the typical English weather... Every time I look out the window today it's been pouring. We shouldn't be complaining as we are close to drought but my eldest has been soooooo restless.

So we have been looking for things to do inside. So far we have had every puzzle out and used animal cutters and number stamps in the playdough. (He is getting great  at recognising numbers, he never ceases to amaze me!)

We stood at the open door listening to the sound of the rain on the decking and watched a black bird looking for worms on the lawn...

Then we found a paper plate and turned it into a cat face with googly eyes and black card ears... which he decided to call Perdy (like one of his TV characters), and took it up with him at nap time to put on his bedside table.

Once I tucked him up, Baby Z needed his feed and laughed at mummy trying to dance to stop him crying... (I obviously could do with some dance lessons cha-cha-chaaaaaaaaa!)

Then I had the house work to do... Why is there always a sock that escapes the wash... ???

As I write this I wonder where all the time has gone today; the clouds are clearing and I swear, I can see a sliver of sunshine... Hmmm, almost sounds like a Disney type of ending reading that back... Sorry...

If you have children; how do you like to spend your rainy days?