Mark renamed Alby within just a few days of coming
home.
Whereas the early days of his life
saw Alby referred to as “Alber’ the Bear”, toddling Trouble Monkey is now known
as “Outdoors Alby”.
You just can’t keep the Little Man inside. Ever since he mastered walking down the back
step we keep losing him – regardless of how clothed or otherwise he is, he
spends his days walking up and down and up and down and up and down the
garden. Shoes on, shoes off, nappy on,
nappy off he does not care. There’s
stones to be thrown, soil to be poked, petals to be ripped, grassed to be
bashed and, often, a bulldog to antagonise.
This afternoon Outdoors Alby offered a lovely bit of comedy
as he walked out of the back door completely naked, wandered to the end of the
path, peed and then gave a nice loud “uh oh” whilst pointing at the wet patch
on the path. What a lad!
I am a bit of a city girl at heart and there is a part of me
which mourns living so far from London,
however in recent days I’ve appreciated my countryside lifestyle like nothing
before. Last weekend Mark and Alby spent
three hours in the garden together.
Three hours solid. He pottered about, helped with a bit of gardening and
then played with a piece of string for an hour straight. Whilst Alby is very good at being left to
play by himself, you’d never get that level of concentration and amusement in
the house. What’s more, you’d never
catch me sitting in a park for three hours solid. After half an hour I’d be searching for
something to do or pushing on home to crack on with some chores. Here, I can busy about in the kitchen and
keep an eye on my Little Man – it’s the best of both worlds.
I love seeing him outside.
I’m not naïve – I appreciate that there is no way now of ensuring I don’t
end up with a stroppy teenager addicted to computer games, but the future will
be is out of my hands. For now, there is
something lovely and wholesome about it and I’m just enjoying it and
encouraging it for as long as I can.
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