Easter weekend has been fun ~ on Good Friday Dadda was off work and so we all headed to IBM (where Dadda works) for a run around. Jensen has been imprisoned in the house (and our back garden) pretty much throughout the week and needed to blow off some crazy toddler steam.
So, we headed off out into the (surprisingly warm) Spring sunshine. As soon as we arrived at IBM and unloaded the car, Jensen Indiana decided he would be the one to push his little brother up the hill in his Silver Cross. So sweet. He put every little muscle in his body into it, repeating, “C’mon brother!” as we headed towards the grounds. His steering needs a lot of work… 😉
Brother was wrapped up and not enjoying the sunshine flashing in his eyes.
As soon as we got to the top of the path with Hursley House in view, Dadda and Jensen ran off for a game of football on the lawn. Momma and Lyoto had a tiptoe through the daffodils. I love this time of year at Hursley. It reminds me of that poem about daffodils. My brain is scrambled though and I can’t remember a thing about it. A host? A cloud? Who knows. If I remember I’ll come back and add that detail. But it’s beautiful anyhow. Orange, yellow and white as far as you can see. My favourite are the white and orange ones. Anyway, back to my bigger boys.
|On yer ‘ead!|
Jensen loves football and he hasn’t played with his Dadda for so long. He was in his element here. Shouting at Dadda and running up the field with the ball. My heart was filled with happiness 🙂
Jensen does not care for the handball rule. I put it down the the fact he has been learning to play rugby recently. At least that’s my reasoning and his excuse and we’re sticking with it.
Dadda also took to chasing our little one. One of Jensen’s favourite phrases at the moment is, “chase me” or “catch me” and I try. I try. He’s so fast though. And I’m so….old and slow. And my centre of gravity is newly adjusted, I’m top heavy and last time I chased him I ended up with a huge cut on my leg. Ha ha. Luckily Dadda has more puff than me and can race around.
After quite a while Jensen decided to take a trek through the flowers as he saw a big bold bumble bee. There is little more that Jensen loves than creatures. He loves to hold them, whatever they are. There are no ugly bugs to my little adventurer. So at the sight of a bee, he got so excited he had to trail him. Thankfully he knows not to grab creatures (well done Momma for teaching him that) and just puts his hand out in the hope that they will grace him with their bug-like presence ~ which strangely many of them do. He’s like an insect’s Doctor Doolittle.
Whilst on the trail of the big buzzy bumbler, we found a primrose and when I asked Jensen what he thought, he replied profoundly, “Very beautiful.” He is so sweet to listen to now and says the cutest things with amazing intonation and expression. He took his time to look at the flower I had pointed out very seriously.
But then we found a stick. Ahhh, sticks. Sticks are amazing.
Sadly our stick broke in two which startled him…and then we had TWO sticks, which was even better apparently.
Soon Dadda and Lyoto had found sticks too. Boys.
When they had finished running and shaking their sticks in the air, Jensen Indiana found the next best thing to do with a stick ~ poke it into holes!
After all stick-playing possibilities were exhausted, we wandered around to the Japanese Garden to visit the koi who live there. Jensen is enamoured by these fish. Mainly because last time we were here he decided to stroke one and he now thinks of them as underwater dogs of some sort I imagine. Any how, we love the fish. Even if the pond is a little green and stinky.
Jensen found a flower petal and decided he would try and lure the fish in. The huge gaping mouths of the koi didn’t worry him at all. He was so content, dipping into the water and watching the gulp, gulp, gulping of the huge fish that were congregating near him in the hopes that he had something substantially more tasty than an old petal to offer.
Meanwhile, Lyoto was having a lazy lunchtime snooze on Momma. Look at his oft little cheeks. He’s so munchable, soft and squishy I love just watching his expressions. So many of them just melt my heart. Knowing how fast babyhood zips by, I think I appreciate them even more this time around with Lyoto. I take time to soak them up and imprint them on my memory.
Look at those little cheeks! So soft.
Jensen Indiana took the time to show Dadda where the koi live. Dadda was shocked by this.
After finding more sticks, Dadda tried to get Jensen to do an impression of a fishing gnome. I have to point out at this time that Jensen was perched here, released for one second and re-grabbed by his Dadda. There was no danger of him losing his balance, just getting over enthusiastic and leaping in for a swim with his fishy friends.
More sticks were located.
More feeding was attempted.
More favourites were found. Momma’s was the black one that reminded her of her chlidhood pet, a black freshwater shark called Humphrey.
We stopped to look at the daffodils and try and decide which ones we liked the best.
Dadda decided to play a little bit of hide and seek.
Someone found him! BOO!
Of course we did a little tree climbing.
|Air! I’ve got air under my feet!|
Jensen wasted no time in seeing what he could do with two feet off the floor…and Dadda was on hand to chase him.
Pretending to be Fireman Sam… I just want to say on the subject of Fireman Sam that Jensen will talk in a Welsh accent if he ever calls (heaven forbid) the Fire Service. “Fiy-er! Fiy-er!” is all we hear from him when Sam is on.
Jensen wanted to learn the monkey bars this time. After seeing Dadda playing around on them and waiting a good while to catch him, he figured he would show him how it’s done…
|I’ll catch you (somehow) Dadda!|
Someone wanted to do chin-ups though.
So this climbing frame below gets to about 6 feet off the ground with no sides on it. I hold my breath and smile at him.
At the top. The top! Thankfully there is a slide on the way down, and Jensen loves those. No need to hang around and look over the sides of the platform, I’m thinking to my self. Head for the slide, head for the slide. Luckily, he heads for the slide every time.
Then it was time for a spot of (elephant and) horse riding. Jensen bucked his so hard he cut his lip by mouth-butting it, but he never said anything until his mouth was bleeding. He’s a tough-nut.
Jensen found a little friend…..a dead bumble bee. He was so desperate to hold it and carried it all the way back to the car. He was enchanted as can be. A bee, all to himself!