Fleecy Hats and woolly jumpers on, it hardly seemed to matter to them of course….
Our Baby Dragon is growing way too fast.
Off we set ~ Baby Dragon embraced his foresty (yes, I made that up) freedom with every inch of his mischievous self. Rambling and tumbling his sweet way along the woodland paths, with his arctic wolf hat obscuring his view at most times, he landed face down in the mud more often than we cared to count.
Meanwhile, brother was all about the ditch leaping. Getting plenty of air. Scaring Grandad.
Granny enjoyed some rambling around too…
Of course, as with every adventure, there had to be a stick.
Our Little Adventurer poked around, in search of the Gruffalo….we were in the deep, dark woods so it seemed like a huge waste of an opportunity not to. We found him, too ~ hiding right inside a tree, too scared to face us.
Thinking that Jensen would enjoy hunting for them, we set about searching for bluebells. Huge Momma mistake. Assuming that Our Little Adventurer would enjoy finding these beautiful Springtime flowers, I was delighted to find some hidden in a little patch of the woods. Jensen? Not so delighted. Downright appauled in fact….
Luckily the gloom didn’t loom for long as Baby Dragon pulled him into a game of hide and seek.
Grandad provided the transport for tired little legs…
We found the sticky plant. Nothing trumps the sticky plant.
Spirits lifted, we decided a little snack was in order…and a photo for Granny and Grandad.
and Our Little Adventurer’s log-gymnastics began…
As soon as the drizzle subsided again, Baby Dragon asked for an apple. It’s his newest word and sounds a little like “AAA-pfh-ble”. Whilst we’re cutting pre-molar dragon teeth, apples are consumed almost constantly in the day by him. Unlike Jensen he prefers them skin on, whole and with the stalk.
Once a full circuit of the woods was complete, and the words “hot” “chocolate” and “cookies” were mentioned by Granny, Jensen decided that it was time for us to leave…
Naughty Grandad decided to hide too…
…and Our cheeky Little Adventurer lay in wait for Granny, like that sneaky wolf in his storybooks.
After Granny was suitably scared, it was time for home…and some Grandad love for Baby Dragon. Hoping for some cuddles, he put on his best sad face (minus the curled lip generally saved for when Momma tells him off) and looked hopefully at Grandad.
|“Grandad, can I have a carry?”|
Success soon followed…
|Yeah, he’s my Grandad. I love him.|
Farewell woods… See you in the Autumn! Let’s hope the bears are back by then.