Sunday, 28 June 2015

Runs in the sun

This week was the Healthy Living Week in Number One Son's school. To celebrate this, his class had an Olympics Heritage day at the University of Loughborough. This turned out to be an event were the school jumpers were randomly exchanged. It was nice weather, so all the jumpers went into a pile according to the table were the children were sitting. Then, when leaving, they picked up something - or not. Afterwards, one mother came asking if we had her son's jumper. We did have somebody else's jumper, but it turned out that this family was called something else. I have now a child's name, so I will go around with the jumper and try to get Number One Son's one back. The first mother has got a nameless random jumper from the school. The jumpers are on a mass walkabout...

Another lovely sunny day was last Sunday, when Number One Son attended a very special birthday party. The children saw and touched snakes and millipedes, could see a naughty owl and the birthday boy could touch a honey bear. It was all very excited and we heard a lot about animals which had been trafficked or left without care. The Weird and Wonderful kept even the parents interested and not aimlessly sitting around reading their phones or chatting. My favourite was the racoon who made rounds and ate the treats we had in our hands. Number One Son liked the naughty owl who pooped on the floor. Afterwards some of the children had a good run in the park and I chatted with one of the moms and her sister.

Which brings me to the sports day. The number of little sheets of paper detailing different end of the summer term events had been quite high, so we have been playing catch up. Especially, since we got no sheet about the sports day. Only when Archaeologist Husband attended the dads' coffee morning before Fathers' Day, he saw a slip with one of other dads. We had to inform, if our child was going to go home early after the picnic outside - or if the child will stay at school. We did the trade-off: we attended the events, but then returned home to sort out different work matters.

We managed to remember to get a hat and sun cream with Number One Son to school. We managed to give him water bottle. We just totally failed to get a hat for Archaeologist Husband's bald spot or sun cream for my delicate skin. Nor did we have water or any food for picnic. It was caring parents 1 - total self-preservation failure 1...

This Saturday saw a family trip to the Bradgate fieldschool open day. This time Archaeologist Husband had his hat, I had sun cream, we had water and coins for ice cream. We were prepared. If only we would keep Number One Son away from history, museums and digs! I suspect our pension plan of having a lawyer or a banker as a son is already in ruins...

A fieldwalker model

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