Our Saturday mornings are even more precious now I am volunteering in the pop up shop in the afternoons.
Wilf sleeps in the stroller as we take a walk to the park, grabbing a coffee before he wakes. The sun just starts to come out properly, perfectly timed for him waking up and he tells us he wants to get out, out!
Taking so much enjoyment in just being outside, running, stopping to look at a stone or a leaf. The play park itself is ignored, there is so much more fun in just climbing steps, shrieking with glee just to be in the fresh air.
Welcome Spring, you took your sweet time!
Tom and Wilf are both wearing (almost matching) Vans that the nice people at Allsole sent us. You can see Wilf's here and Tom's here. One of the many perks of being a blogger lets be honest is getting gifts like this. It's one thing getting sent something for yourself but I tell you when someone offers to treat the ones you love, well it goes a long way. And come on don't they look SO cute??
Later that day I went for my shift at the shop. I thought it would take a while to get used to, this being in the working word again, but no it's returned like second nature. One thing I wasn't expecting though was to be alone in the shop when a huge seagull flew in, browsed the fragile items then proceeded to fly into the window again and again. I'm not quite sure how I managed to get him out, it was certainly a surreal moment. Afterwards I stood there at the window in a kind of stunned 'did that really happen?' moment. It did, looking up to find a passer by laughing at me confirmed it. I don't blame him, it must have looked pretty hilarious.
The last time I was stuck in a confined space with a panicked flapping bird I was 14, it was a sparrow, I donned goggles to usher it out and protect my eyes. How do these things keep happening to me? Has this ever happened to any of you??