It was an awful week weatherise, rain and cold. Grandads's hip is getting worse and still no sign of an operation so we were confined to the house a bit more than usual. Bear and I did manage to get out a few times to the local park where he played football or collected sticks to throw from the bridge into the stream. The weather has been so mild that the stream is still clogged with greenery and the water flows slowly. Not the best Pooh Sticks Bridge at the moment.
Bear knew it had been raining and we took a cloth to dry the slide but he was still disappointed to see the play equipment wet. "Wet, wet" he said "play, play" shaking his head looking sad.
At the top of the slide are numbers and letters engraved into the sides. Bear likes to read these. He says the letters he knows, always starting with A but continuing with whatever he fancies.
|Come on Nanny! Open the gate.|
|A, B, C.....|
|Investigating a necklace that he then gave to the little girl sat next to him..ahhh|
"Baby! Baby!" he shouts as he tries to climb out the bath with soap in his hair.
|Oops, Bear has to scrub the pen marks off!|
|All cosy in a warm towel wrapped like a baby|
|Just too much ZZZZZ|
|Collecting sticks on Sunday|