A friend was kind enough to pass down a playhouse for Wilf a week or so ago. We had been looking at similar ones in gardening centres for a while but hesitating on the price, wondering if we could combine the purchase as a birthday/Christmas present. As a winter baby myself I kind of resent the whole combined present thing that a birthday so close to Christmas often presents. I told myself it's something we'd try not to do with Wilf so this opportunity spared us of that of which I'm very grateful.
Tom tried to put it together last weekend but Wilf was being so helpful that it was proving a bit tricky. Instead I decided to head off to the park with him and leave Tom to it. Since Wilf now does three full days at nursery I've really been savouring the time alone with him and it was quite nice to know we could have half an hour to ourselves and come back to daddy time too.
After pointing out all the 'cheeky' squirrels, calling up the trees to them 'where are yuuuuu cheeky squirrels??' and stomping his feet we came across some conkers. I asked Wilf to pick me the three best ones to take home, which he found quite difficult. Not so much with the counting aspect (he can count to 13 now!) but just how do you choose the three best ones, its a difficult choice, I am a mean mama.
It's the simplest of things that make this mummy-ing job just so worth it
Also Autumn, you are kicking ass so far. Did I mention I love this season??