1.  The Playground

2.  Lunch

3. Eggy pie 

 Forecast ruled beach out, so our Wednesday rendezvous was planned for playground. We were the first ones there, and Son 2 aged 9m was still asleep in his car seat, so Son 1 aged 3 yr and 9m and I had a bit of a play.  The others arrived, Son 2 woke up, Son 1 got involved in various diplomatic incidents with his friends. Friend: SMACK. Son 2 : WAIL. Appeal to mummy.  Mummy’s response not satisfactory.   Friend: You’re a Baby.  Son 2: I’m not a baby. Friend: Yes you are.  Son 1: SMACK. Friend: Wail.  Appeal to mummy.  Etc etc.   Lovely moment when Son 1 was at the front of Son 2’s swing, Friend was at the back and Son 1 and Friend were pushing Son 2, giggling with his fist stuffed in his mouth, back and forward to each other.  Until the swing hit Friend and pushed him backwards so his head thunked into the forehead of Other Friend waiting behind for his turn to push Son 2. Very Hard Indeed.

Afterwards went to Other Friend’s house for lunch. Son 1 was in transports. Played with the toys, played in the pirate cave in the garden, came in to play with Son 2, went out again.  Son 2 was just so excited to be in  a room full of new toys.  He was trying to pull all the toys out of a toy box.  I was trying to give his face a kiss and a snuggle.  He gave me such a teenage “gerroff I want to look at this” push with his outstretched starfish hand that I did it again to make sure that’s what it was.  And he did it again.   I chatted to the Other Mother, while Son 1 and the Other Friend played quietly in the garden.  I went to give Son 1 a five minute warning that we needed to go.  And found they had tipped out some paint on concrete steps and the paving slabs and were making hand prints and footprints and painting stripes on plastic tubs.  It was water-based so it came off, but they were coated.  All three (Other Friend has a Little Bro) went into the bath for paint removal.  

Tortilla is Son 1’s favourite tea.  He is allowed to break the eggs. The recipe needs 5 eggs.  There are 6 eggs in a box.  Our tortilla had 6 eggs in it, as Son 1 saw no reason why he should leave one egg in the box.  He also scrubbed the new potatoes, and can now do it as well as I can.  There is admittedly a bit more muck to clear up as he does it, but who cares, there’s now someone in the house who likes washing the mud off the potatoes.  I made egg/tomato and cheese for Son 2 (we have a lot of eggs) and he ate it, which was also a Good Thing, because he’s been a bit tight-lipped over my cooking recently.