Fridays are odd days here because Libby usually spends the morning in nursery. Lia and I don’t have anything in particular that we do on a Friday, so we’ve developed our own little Friday traditions.
Lia always has a morning nap and I take the opportunity for a quiet cup of coffee. Then we always take Pluto for a walk, pick Libby up at midday and we all head over to my dad’s for lunch.
Today, Libby didn’t have nursery because of half term, so she joined us on our dog walk. This means that we can’t go quite so far, but she does manage a reasonable distance and she loves muddy days when she can put her wellies on and splash through the puddles.
After our walk, it was time to go to Granddad’s house. We have been going there for lunch once a week for a few months now, I can’t really pinpoint how, when or why it started.
But every time we go, Libby insists on having boiled egg and soldiers. Nothing else will do. I’m really insistent on only eating British free range eggs. I don’t think you really know the welfare standards unless they’re compliant with British Lion Eggs’ standards.
When Libby was younger, she really wasn’t keen on eggs, to such an extent that I wondered whether she might have an egg allergy. But I read up about it and was pretty sure she didn’t, so we persevered with them. They are now one of her favourite foods.
In fact, we’re going through exactly the same thing with Lia, and I think it might be a texture thing. Lia is happy with eating toast that has been dipped into a boiled egg though, so I think this is a great way of making sure she persists with eating eggs.
Libby has always eyed up Granddad’s giraffe egg cup, but she isn’t usually allowed it because it’s a bit too high above the table for a very small person without a booster seat.
Today though, it seemed that Granddad was in a particularly good mood (or perhaps Libby was particularly persistent), so she was allowed to stand on the chair so she could use the giraffe egg cup.
Dad’s friend has been with us for lunch the last few Fridays too, and Libby has been entertaining everybody with her renditions of Can You Hear the People Sing from Les Miserables.
I can’t stand that musical, but I have to admit that hearing a two year old singing a fairly accurate version of it is quite a novelty. I’m hoping they do something a little bit more chirpy at drama group after half term though.
Please note, I was given a small gift for writing this post. But views, opinions and egg loving adventurers on half term are all my own.