At 6am when Kien screamed from his cot I envisioned a day of restlessness and misery...for the both of us. I carried him out to the lounge and drew the blinds - and it was still dark. My bed was calling me, and so was a little (big) voice running through all the words he could say from the food category; "naana", "milk", "cheecha" (that's cracker in Kien speak), "appee" (apple if you haven't guessed). I handed him his bottle and a half peeled banana in the dark, then crawled back under my very inviting duvet. I really didn't care if he was painting the floor with his milk and smearing the furniture with his banana - what's new! But all was okay because he ate most of his fruit, plonked his bottle next to my head, and played with his toys whilst I half slept for another hour. It was bliss.
I decided to try out Ponsonby playgroup held at the community centre this morning. I wish I had done this sooner - we had so much fun!
There were lots of mothers with kids there, including a woman from my coffee group [a lawyer who just recently quit her job to be a stay-at-home-mum because she didn't want a nanny seeing more of her son than she would - once upon a time I would not have understood why in the world someone would do this, but then again I never thought I would be working part-time so I could spend more time with my son either]. The place is basically a big hall with lots of toys, and the fantastic outdoor area includes a sandpit, vegetable garden, painting table, and lots of nooks and crannies for the enthusiastically adventurous kids, i.e. Kien. We paid $3 and a piece of fruit to share at morning tea time for the privilege. We'll be doing that again!
In the afternoon we went on a big walk around Herne Bay. I had intended to end up at the marina, but we got side tracked by a large patch of grass and a hungry child that couldn't stop moving. So we stopped for afternoon tea and a run around.
Kien stuffed his face with grapes, then moved on to more crackers - this is after downing a bottle of milk, a box of raisins, and a multitude of crackers upon leaving our apartment (not to mention a bowl of ravioli for lunch prior to our departure).
Once he had finally finished eating everything I had packed he ran around the patch of grass yelling and laughing.
By the time I had gathered everything up again and coaxed Kien back into the buggy it was time to head home for dinner.
Another fun-filled adventure Tuesday! I've discovered the enjoyment of little things :-)
