Our lives are mostly ruled by routine. Our mornings are spent between a variety of playgroups and the odd morning at the beach. We come home for a picnic lunch on the living room floor and then nap time for the littlies and a bit of work (or a nap) for me. Our afternoons are about play dates and trips to the park and dinner is followed by a bath (sometimes), book and bed.
Every now and again, we break the routine, and these days are the most exciting. We woke up yesterday with plans for playgroup, but blew them off for a train ride into the city, armed with a bag of stale bread, plenty of sunscreen and a camera.
It took twice as long to get to the train station as we stopped to sniff flowers, entertain Archie and let Dylan walk along every wall he could manage. A quick train ride into the city and a short walk to the beautiful gardens that run along the river. We fed the ducks with our slices of bread, taking it in turns to throw chunks in, watching the ducks swim towards us, huddling in anticipation.
When our bread ran out, we went on adventures, through 'the deep, dark woods' (can you guess which book we have been reading recently?) and into 'the jungle'. Dylan loved exploring the different areas and finding flowers hidden in the bushes. Archie loved the pine cones - mostly throwing them to be honest.
They ended up muddy, with leaves in their pockets and smiles on their faces (and they took a lovely long nap together in the double buggy whilst I shopped!). Our day carried on with babyccinos and gingerbread men in the cafe and a wander round the town before meeting Daddy from work to travel home together.
It is days like this that I love being a parent, that I love getting to spend these precious days with my boys and that I love that they each have a brother to play with, share with, fight with and make memories with.