Wacky races

In an attempt to knacker Alby before the drive back North on Friday I took him to the soft play near my parents’ house.  Recently done up it is one of the best centres of foam cushions, shiny plastic slides and questionable padded bumps I’ve yet tested.  Colourful, relatively quiet and a dream for toddlers Alby ensured the entire area was covered.

His exploration led us to the very end of the room which I, having been focused on the “Under 3’s” zone had failed to notice – almost a Mummy Fail like no other as the end of the room contained about a dozen Little Tikes red and yellow cars, with a little track made out to race them around.  

Alby took one look at the cars and threw himself against the padded wall in an effort to scramble over.  He couldn’t get onto the plastic seat and behind the flimsy wheel fast enough. 

Ignition on

Checking the wing mirrors

And he's off...

I’m still trying to work out who he’s learned his driving technique from – I’ve watched my behaviour around the house for some time now but thought I could relax when out and about!

As I visit new places with the boys, or buy new gifts I always have the same thought at the back of my head: I must share this with Mark.  Well a day at the soft play isn’t just a must – I’m already envisioning a return with Family Hines and Family Kitchen this summer as we pit Daddy and Baby teams against each other (surely the Championship belt can be un-retired for this?)  

For those interested – my mission was a success and Alby slept the entire way home.  Of course the one slight flaw in my plan was that it knackered me too, but that’s what God invented caffeine for I suppose.