Friday, 12 June 2009

The Paps Are Following: Less Talking, More Walking

Yesterday, before the sun left the sky, before my breath froze in the air, before my blood froze because oh-yeah-it's-really-bloody-cold, the Doctor, Tiny and I went for our afternoon walk. I've written before about my own personal cheer squad. It being - the Doctor. Well yesterday, he came out in force and told me that I looked like a rockstar. Kudos to you small man. Then he grabbed a few *secret* things and we walked out the door.

I urge you to enlist your own ego-leader, after the Doctor gave me my pep talk I could barely get out the front door because my head was so inflated. I just awaited the flashbulbs, alas they never came, so we just went walking. BUT - not before the Doctor quickly transformed himself with his *secret* sunnies and *secret* 'train-driver' hat and told me he was now a rockstar too.

Together we were going to rock the world.

Instead we went to the nursery, bought some seeds. And then it happened. The Doctor scammed me.

Feigning fatigue (we'd walked a grand total of 100 metres) he told me he was feeling very hot.

Impossible I say - yesterday was close to blizzard temperatures (ok not really, but it might as well have been). If I had left the Doctor outside too long yesterday he would have turned into a snowman. The Doctor then informed me that if we were to continue walking, he really would need an ice cream to cool himself down.

I say just stick your tongue out and you'll grow your own icicles, but that didn't cut it. So the Doctor scammed me. Tiny had a pink fit and wanted a bite. Lucky for Tiny, our little Doctor is a good sharer and loves sharing with Tiny. She scored too.

On our walk the Doctor crunched in the carpet of Autumn leaves. We looked and admired our long Wintery shadows. Tiny called the neighbourhood dogs. We played with the 'helicopter' seed pods for a while (I was still walking!). We admired two small boys taking out the garbage. Well, we lauded them at least. For me, walking is a nice way to end the day, talk about what we're going to do the next day. A sort of reconnection. And then whizz home and get dinner on the hob.

No paps, but some pretty snaps.

9 comments:

Bek said...

I love this little tale of the scammer. I think it may come in handy to have a scammer in the family.

Cath from chunkychooky said...

aaaahhhh the childhood scamming. we use to do this every weekend at the beach stating to my dad ( mum was tanning self on beach reading Mills and Boon) ' i just swalloed some sea water I think I will need a splice ( -iceblock remember those?) worked everytime. my little Busy when we were all flustered and trying to leave the hosue to get to work- sayd to me "i just really need a cuddle"- she KNOWS i can't refuse.

Christina Lowry said...

Me thinks we should go for a walk too.

You know when you realise it has been more than two days since you and the six month old left the house...

peppermintpatcher said...

Those boots on your boy look like they were made for walking!

Kirsty said...

Super cute scammer too.

Bird Bath said...

sounds like a great walk for the lot of you! love those winter shadows :)

Princess kirstie jane said...

Ha you so got scammed, I love letting them scam me, especially when they scam me into something I have already planned - who is scamming who now? But it is far to cold for ice creamys. Brrrr.

teddybearswednesday said...

That Doctor, he's a slippery one. You blog is so excellent! You write so well!

Home Girl said...

i love my 4 yr old such a rock star too - getting lots of props - best age yet. u guys make such a cool gang wish we could bump into u lot at a playground round the corner and put on an improptu concert!