I should know by now that nothing would stop N from going outside to play, but I’m still astounded at how little he appears to feel the cold. It just shows it’s true how there’s no bad weather, only inappropriate clothing, when there are children wanting to go outside and play.
This weekend was another busy one, with parties and catching up with my best friend, N’s godmother at a nearby National Trust property Baddesley Clinton (write up will be in a few days). N had a bit of a nap on the way home from Baddesley Clinton, so when we pulled into the drive and he spotted his cousins playing on the farm drive, he was immediately awake and wanting to join them.
We’re so lucky that we’ve a massive drive, that the boys have all been brought up to know to watch out for cars and other vehicles, and to not go out of the drive gate to the farmyard without an adult or being told to do so. Visitors to the farm are also aware there’s potentially children and dogs roaming so I feel pretty safe that N’s ok to be playing outside without me for a while.
Welly boots back on, his youngest cousin had followed the car up to see if N was going out to play, and he was out of the door to head back down to the swing in the tree that they were playing with. I hadn’t noticed the 12 year old up the tree, but I just hoped that they’d help N with the swing because he’s still not that aware of how close he can stand to others on it!
Once they’d got bored of the swing, I heard them back in our garden and found them on the trampoline. Our trampoline’s looking a bit sad – the foam and net that goes around the poles to protect them and keep them in place has split and broken, so one top pole has fallen out. It didn’t stop the 3 of them bouncing around.
Then they added the ball. That always makes me laugh at the 6 year old thinking that N will be able to play piggy in the middle or catch.
A pile up started, and just generally mucking about.
I love how they get on so well together, there weren’t even any arguments between the brothers, and play only stopped when their dads turned up to get them. I know I wouldn’t have been able to spend as much time outside as they did, but they didn’t seem to notice the cold.
It must be a growing up thing…grow up and feel the cold more.