The words 'Balls' makes me laugh. I am not quite sure why... I am sure I am being infantile and silly but there is something comic about it. Right, that out of the way... on to our DANGEROUS CLUB FOR BOYS!!Today was a spectacular day. With threats of the whole of the UK being blanketed in snow, we were overjoyed to wake up to brilliant blue skies and a cold winters frost. The puddles (which confusingly Tiger calls Cuddles) were frozen over.
The start to our Club today was a little bit fraught. We were chased by a groundsman in a pickup truck which seemed to freak the boys right out... wherever we went, he went, giving us the perfect opportunity to confront our fear of the stalking pickup man... the screaming lessoned each time he drove past and he actually got a few waves..... the boys later seized the day and highjacked one of the groundsman's other vehicles at a later point - they looked most triumphant!!!
Also one of our lovely DANGEROUS BOYS fell straight in a very cold and icy Cuddle and was drenched... HORRIBLE cuddle!!
Once everyone was dry and not screaming, we played with the balls, throwing them up and down the hill and generally chucking them all over the place. It was great... simple, easy and the perfect activity for a group of 16 month-3 year old boys.
A snack in front of the manor house and a delicious babycino to warm up our numb hands finished our CLUB off nicely. The boys were so amazing and they are definitely getting more used to the weather conditions, the mud and the possibility that at any moment they may accidentally fall in a gigantic Cuddle... I mean Puddle!!!
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