I was taking them to our favourite soft play place but when we arrived it was inexplicably closed, & not for the first time. Only this time there was a “To Let” sign at the front. That’s as disappointing as it is surprising; it’s probably the best soft-play place I’ve ever seen.
I never really managed to convince them it was closed. I kept hearing “Maybe they didn’t know we were coming”, and “We should ‘phone to tell them we’re coming then they’ll open up”. Nonetheless we set off for another soft-play place, although they were still convinced that the first one had moved & that we were going there!
We’ve been there several times & they’re really enjoyed it. Oddly though Jake was adamant he didn’t want to go. I thought he’d change his mind when we got there, but he didn’t!
We ended up going to a local fun farm, which both Jake & Ellie were keen on. Me: less so, mostly as by now it was a 50-minute drive.
But all’s well, etc.: there’s loads to do there & we had a great time, staying most of the day.
They love the adventure play areas, the little car-racing track, being around so many other children, & trying to gate-crash birthday parties!
As I was taking Jake to the loo I saw the door open to the outside attractions, & saw several goats staring in at us hopefully.
“Hey, Jake – look at the goats!”
Call it “spontaneous”, call it “speaking without thinking”, call it “stupid”.
Next it was: “I want to go outside to feed the animals”. “Me too!”
Did I mention rain? And cold?
Although they had their raincoats I’d come prepared for nice, warm, dry soft-play, not a muddy farm. No proper raincoat & not-quite-waterproof slip-on shoes.
Oh, well. They enjoyed feeding the goats, even though 1 snatched Ellie’s bag of feed right out of her hand. We “Oohed” & “Aahed” at the fluffy ducks & rabbits, & enjoyed watching the sheep, the little ponies & the pigs.
They insisted on going on the swings, ignoring Daddy’s talk of “wet bottoms”.
Common sense soon prevailed however, so they disembarked & headed for the tractors. After I actually managed to talk them out of going in the adventure play area!
Actually it was good fun despite the weather.
Although by the time we stopped at the little play-houses – again – & I was asked to “be The Big Bad Wolf” I was starting to get a little grumpy. I politely suggested we go inside…
…where we enjoyed some slightly less rural pursuits!
On Saturday we went to a local fun farm. Inside it has a great adventure playground, & nifty little racing cars; outside there are farm animals to feed, walks & another playground.
There’s a fantastic high slide that Jake & Ellie love to go on. The problem is to get to it you have to climb over a high rope-bridge. It has big holes, no flat ‘floor’, is quite a long way up & is wobbly.
The slide doesn’t phase them at all (even though it’s supposed to…) – they love it!
So it’s my job to stand by the rope bridge & carry them over, wait for the next one to run up the stairs, & repeat. Sometimes they insist I go down the slide with them.
It’s quite tiring!
But that’s OK; it’s not as if I don’t need the exercise…
Not this time: Ellie went over all by herself!
She actually had to psych herself up. She sat for several minutes watching other children cross, making several attempts to go, then sitting down again. Every time I offered my hand she complained & refused my help.
I am so often in awe of her, & Jake. “Are they even my kids?!” I wonder sometimes! (I’ve checked – they are, honest.)
She was clearly scared, but determined to do it.
After some time her determination overcame her fear, she got up & she walked over – all by herself – again refusing all offers of help, even while clearly scared.
It took a while, & there was a little queue of surprisingly patient children stretching out behind her, but she did it!
Every subsequent crossing was quicker & more confident; now she walks over as if it was a stroll down the hall.
When Jake saw what was going on he had to follow suit, of course. That’s pretty normal with these twins of ours!