Archie is in his element in the park, and although he isn't quite walking yet, he loves the freedom when I let him explore his own way. The warm weather meant we spent the first of many long days at the park, and the picnic blanket made its way out of the cupboard for the first time in months.
We got dressed, we grabbed a quick breakfast and then armed with all sorts, we walked down the road to our closest park.
We rode and we scooted down the paths, looking for squirrels and daffodils. We gave up and settled for dandelions and daisies. Dylan gave me a flower 'because it is beautiful, like you mummy' and my heart melted just a little bit.
We found the swings and the slide and played until our tummies couldn't last any longer, and we had our very first picnic of the year. Nothing too exciting - no strawberries or scones just yet - we will keep those for a less impromptu day. It was just a simple lunch with fruit and yoghurts and a Vita Coco juice that we had been sent for Dylan as a treat.
We popped home for a nap when the tiredness set in, but came straight back out again afterwards - just because we could. We joined friends, collected sticks and flew to the moon and back on the swings.
Although we are at the park throughout the year, the first picnic of the year marks the start of something - the start of ice cream vans and bare feet in the sand. The start of shorts and strawberries, of flowers and flip flops and I am really looking forward to everything this summer has in store. As long as nobody breaks their leg this time anyway - I really don't want to spend another month in hospital!
So here is to spring and plenty more picnics!