The weather outdoors is fabulous for mid-june and so we took the pram out for a spin and had a picnic lunch at the gardens.
I have only taken him outdoors to play somewhere like this a few times. I can probably count them on one hand. Does that make me a lazy mother?
I really should start doing it more often though it was so enjoyable and it's nice to get out of the house.
Daily life can be so mundane.
We spent about 45 minutes down there. Laying on rugs on the grass. Beautiful green grass.
Underneath the biggest gum tree.
There was a gentle wafting breeze, but it was not cold. The sun was shining through the tree tops and there were a few fluffy clouds floating around.
I took about a million gazillion photos of him.
He just sat there with a few ball toys for most of the time, and layed looking up and around.
There were birds chirping different birdy noises and he'd stop and look to try and find the source.
He pulled up blades of grass and played with crunchy leaves.
It was so nice and quiet (apart from the passing traffic, the birds and the wind). There were hardly any people in sight.
Then all of a sudden groups of 3-4 people appeared with paper running frantically round looking for stuff. They were seeking 'answers' to some sort of 'quiz' or 'hunt'. It was a strange sight. But it must have been a race.
The tiniest glimpse of a person, or the faintest noise of human speak and Vinny would be looking around to see who it was. They were metres and metres away. But that didn't stop him babbling and saying his hellos.
Unfortunately for Vinny nobody was really paying attention. So caught up in their race/game/thing. So hurriedly rushing about. Not really taking in the beauty of the day, like we were.
And he let them know too. He growled because they were ignoring him. He yelled and babbled even louder. I just giggled. Cheeky boy, always wanting to be the centre of attention.
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