Rainy days

We live in Britain, and in Britain it rains...a lot. So no surprises when I woke up this morning and it had been raining and it was misty.

If you are anything like me you then start thinking ‘how can I entertain a 15 month old in a way which wont cost the earth’ BINGO, the good old fashioned, classic park. So this morning I grabbed a good old burping cloth that was very useful when Brooke was a baby, but looks more like rags now and headed out local park. Lucky enough I remembered Brooke’s wellies, as last time I forgot them and trying to keep a toddler from dancing in muddy puddles with rather expensive Clark’s first shoes is a challenge within its self.

Brooke loved the park, at least I think she did, that or she loves seeing me run round with a old rag drying every swing, seat and slide she wanted to go on. Either way it was good to see Brooke so happy, the smile on a child’s face is priceless, especially when that child is yours.

After a fair amount of time watching mommy run around like a lunatic drying all playable items, Brooke decided she wanted to go for a walk, so let herself out of the big yellow metal gate, shortly and closely followed by me.

What is it with children and mud, not that I really mind as she had wellies on, she made a A line for the biggest muddiest puddle she has ever seen and laughed as she waddled through the squelching mud. I have all the time in the world for Brooke, so when she decided she wanted to walk the long way around to the car, I followed. And when she decided she wanted to follow a dog, I followed her. And when she decided she wanted to climb steps about fifty thousand times, guess who follow, yup you guessed it, me.

But you know what today was the best day I have had in a long time with Brooke, she is one in a million and do you know what the best thing was, Brooke kipped for hours and still went to bed on time.