Lost and Found

This morning we went to the Princess Diana Memorial Playground. It's huge, so inevitably there came a time when I couldn't find Brooke. I did a circuit and a half, then headed to the gate to see if she'd tried to make a break for it. The gate is staffed, so I asked them if they'd seen her, then they asked me what she looked like. "She's 2, she's wearing a pink flowery hat and pink knickers" (thanking my good sense not to let her go nudey-nudey as requested). The security guard found her before me - "Is that her, captaining the boat?" Of course it was, a small crowd of new comrades at her side. I probably should have just left her to it but that time spent looking for her, thinking how vulnerable she was wondering around in just knickers and hat, made me want her to come with me for a cuddle and 5 minutes back on the picnic blanket. Was she impressed at being removed from the helm? No, of course not, and proceeded to scream loudly as though being abducted as I carried her back to our spot. At least I was able to get her dressed again at that point.

Comments

[Amy Schuler]

Lol! She wanted to go nudey-nudey? When I was little and still in nappies, any time someone changed me, I'd make a break for it. Well, one time my Grandfather was changing me, and I really did make a break for it...he had to chase me all around the yard. With me completely in the buff. Kids, heheheh.

[Sarah Homes]

Methinks shades of Brooke's mother aged about 3 climbing over the balcony of our holiday flat to climb up the roof and go walking along the ridgepole of next door's house, waving cheerfully to her parents below who thought she was safely indoors with everyone else! I still have visions of your dad scaling the roof in double-quick time to snatch you to safety

[Things I learnt the hard way]

Sarah thanks! Yes more memories like this please! The idea is that the girls can read this when they're older so all contributions about family in particular very very welcome :D
(And nice you're reading this, thanks!)