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Playgroups and tent killing

I am undecided about playgroup. It’s great that we can walk to it, there is a pretty nice atmosphere (despite one completely psycho child who makes my right hand itch to SLAP IT DOWN), lots of toys and a song and story at the end. Better than we were accustomed to last year at our other location.

However, there’s no one that’s really Small Z’s age (not that they socialise much together yet anyway), they never go outside, and there are various kids that wander around sucking on boxes of Smarties (to my snoblike horror). I wonder what this is about -more me, or more Small Z? I think it might be me. Because Small Z isn’t really into socialising yet, she couldn’t give a toss about the other kids…me, on the other hand – I would like to turn up and (I hesitate to use the term ‘make friends’) have someone to chat to.

I took Small Z to a different playgroup last week – about a ten minute drive away on the beach. OMG – like a different planet. It is ONLY outside. And it must be the moneyed beachside air that had all the kids (who were almost ALL around Small Z’s age) looking newly scrubbed and tenderly tousled like they had escaped from some kind of organic clothing catalogue… But anyway, due to a mega-meltdown over bucket sharing I had to leave early and didn’t actually meet more than one person. It was a little cliquey, but like I said, I didn’t get a chance to really barge up and say hello to anyone as I was alternating between tear-wiping and bribes…

So today, we gave playgroup a miss and hit Balnarring Beach. Early enough to see some horses having a wander on the sand, freshly out of the water. If anybody was privy to me attempting to wrestle the beach tent back down in gusting wind as Small Z screamed “Leave it UP. LEEEEAAAVE IT UPPPPPP!!!” I’m sure I would have provided their comic relief for the week. There were some tearing sounds as the wind grabbed a bit that still had sand in the pockets. D’oh.

Once I squished it small enough to fit in the boot of the car, I called it done. And that’s where it will stay until I get over my beach tent inadequacy. Why couldn’t it be as easy to take down as put up?

Tent on beach. Before it died.
[Taken with iPhone in ziplock bag. My budget answer to sand and water protection.]

Playgrouping

I asked two playgroup mothers that I’ve become a bit chatty with to come over on Tuesday – that’s the day we usually go to playgroup, but it wasn’t on due to the long weekend.

So we had three mums and six little girls ranging from six months to four-and-a-half. We had a ball. The three older girls ran around playing hide and seek, trampolining, doing songs on the piano and making things with fabric, while we sat around with the littlies drinking tea. Very civilised. And they both live in streets a block or two from here – there’s hope for my social life (and Small Z’s!!)

Mini playgroup at home

Return

We went back to our old playgroup at the church today. The one I went to before Small DB was born. The one I went to after she was born – it was my lifeline. Someone would hold her, someone would hand me a cup of tea and someone else would assist Small Z doing something or rather and I could just…sit.

Haven’t been there for months. There were kids there who had grown half a foot in the interim and turned from babies into little people. Both mine were probably included in that…

Playgroup

Reboot. It’s Monday.

This time last week Small DB and I planted snow peas…

Ready to grow. Snow peas. #garden #autumn #planting

A week of growth…

A week of growth. Snow peas.

We got home from playgroup and I opened the clamshell sandpit that the wonderful T had delivered to us on Friday. It was perfect for a drizzly day… Both of them played together for ALMOST AN HOUR. Dear god…it was bliss. Thank you T!

Sandpit clam on the porch. It's a novelty. #rainy day #play i

It is Monday. The day where I take a breath and know, generally, how the day is going to pan out. The last few have had a beautiful rhythm to them. The morning is spent at playgroup, we come home and hang about a bit and snack. Small DB is coaxed to sleep once, twice…and then finally it sticks. Small Z and I get some time together for something…anything….

Today we planted out 23 cloves of garlic, saved from our successful planting last year. We dug some dirt. I was a princess, Paddington Bear, Daisy-Spell and also, occasionally, myself.

Bath, dinner, books, and then bed. Well, bed for the larger one at least. I’m sitting here being bothered by the other one…who’s idea was she again??!

Oh – and I found someone had got to my list-making page before me:
Every time I open a new page to start a list, she gets there first #4yo #saboteur #dinosaurtragic
So hysterical 🙂

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