That is, except last Saturday when we high tailed it through on the train to Glasgow in the pouring rain. Our trip was 2-fold - Kiddo needs new trainers, and he likes to pick his own (and Converse or Vans are now actually cheaper than Clarks, for his feet), and the protest demonstration, for support for Gaza. Now, Kiddo LOVES both the train and the rain, but HATES shopping. Needless to say, we left Glasgow without trainers and extremely soggy, but he had an ice cream and got to play in the Lego store.
According to Kiddo, "This looks like Dad!"
He was a little bored at the demo, but not bored enough that he wasn't listening. He marched back to Queen St station chanting "Free, Free, Palestine!" and we had a chat about it on the train.
We've been to the beach. Silversands beach in Aberdour is lovely! We enjoyed building sandcastles and making 'art' from rocks, seaweed and shells we found, and took some of our haul home with us for Kiddo's seasonal table. We weren't at the beach much longer than about 2 hours, as it was really busy and SOOOO HOT! Kiddo, as I have mentioned before, doesn't do to well with large crowds, and we (Hubby and I) could sense it was time to go. Important thing was, Kiddo had a blast, and has now got really cute wee freckles across his nose.
We had a cracking day out in Drumpellier Park in Coatbridge. Kiddo and I had never been here before, but met up with our friends and played all day, in the parks. Kiddo is overcoming his shyness (he is fairly introvert by nature) and was happily chatting away with adults and children alike. Sure, he still had a couple of huffs and mini-melts, but he is only 4, and thankfully, our friends know what he is like and take him as he is. I do tend to find that families within the HE community are a more accepting and less judgemental of children who's emotional and social skills are less developed.
That very same night I was surprised when Kiddo wanted to read ME a bedtime story. He picked a book off the shelf (not one that we read, as its In The Night Garden, and I dislike this programme intensely, its the Teletubbies of this generation. It was bought by a well meaning and kind relative, as "all the wee ones love this, don't they?" I didn't have the heart to say "actually he doesn't watch it, as I wont allow it". so it has sat there for the past few of years - he gets to watch it now as he is very articulate). Anyway, I digress. Kiddo sat down and read the book, cover to cover. He was so proud of himself, I was practically bursting with pride. His reading is excellent, but usually focused on dinosaurs, so this was a big leap.
Speaking of dinosaurs
before going home to play with his current collection. Meet Binky (ring tailed lemur - not strictly a dino, but that is irrelevant), Monty, Doofy, Kiddo & Mum (a smaller and larger dino of the same breed), Trevor, Ralph, Dave (the diplodocus, but Kiddo keeps calling him, 'Pineapple'. Dave does not like this nickname...), The Chief, Kev and Tony. Spot the ones, Hubby and I named... Each dino has his own voice, too. Mostly Mockney (think Danny Dyer crossed with Boycie from Only Fools...), Yorkshire or broad Weege.
In between all this we have Netflix where Planet Dinosaur or Walking with Dinosaurs have been watched, rewound and watched again. Family have visited, cousins were played with, walks were had, arguments were had, tears and tantrums occurred, cuddles were shared. Life happened.
Who says the summer holidays are boring?