On Friday I said I’d tell you about the funny parts of our railway journey. So here is the post as promised, it won’t be very long because when I think of it, over a 12 hour day, I can probably squeeze it all into a readable post. Because you don’t want to read all the mushy bits do you?
On the Sunday we decided to go on the railway, it was a spur of the moment decision. Made by Grandad Firstooth.
When we first squeezed in and sat down in our carriage (so small my knees were either side of my chin) the kids went crazy. They danced, bounced and let us know everything they were seeing. I didn’t know what to expect when they were on the train. It was a 55 minute journey to the very end, so I was kind of expecting them to be freaking out the entire time, and not freaking out in a good way. I can’t expect my bouncy toddlers to sit happily for that time, but maybe I should raise my expectations of them? Only when we’re on a train.
I didn’t take many pictures, I wish I had now but I didn’t want to spend my time fiddling with cameras and phones just in case I missed the digger my son was pointing out or the sheep my daughter had seen. I’m a phoneaholic, but in moments like this I love to be in the moment with them. So you will see none of us on the train, and a couple on the beach, you’ll have to read all this boring text instead.
Here’s one I managed to get…
During the train ride we demolished an entire tube of Pringles. Demolished because we ate some, while the baby beasts DESTROYED the rest. Our carriage was carnage with crushed Pringles, half-eaten apples and just crap strewn around our feet. It was a carnage carriage.
After the 55 minute journey, we crunched our way off the train and headed to the light-house for a picnic. (Again, no pics, but it looked just like a lighthouse.) The kids weren’t fussed with the picnic, no biggie, more for us! They ran around the grassy area and went crazy, like they’d never been outside before. We sat for a while after the picnic until one child started to build a castle with rabbit poo and the other tried to eat a sausage roll she’d just rubbed in bird sh*t. We did have to negotiate a wee out of my boy before leaving, he was doing the Wee Wee Dance but needed the potty on a certain hill, in a certain position with a rock just-so next to him before he actually peed.
I’ve already told you about the bush haven’t I? But this happened next,read it again here. Poor boy, it was the slow motion realisation that the bush was a mass load of prickles. He was fine though.
We then spent a lovely time sitting on the beach, watching the sea and hunting for pebbles. We didn’t have to hunt hard. I drank in these moments, I enjoy how much they enjoy these simple things.
Looking for pebbles…
“Looking for pebbles… Hilarious”
“Look, right dere”
After a long relaxing time on the beach, my darling daughter became fed up with it and started her whinge/flail about protest. She was incredibly tired and fell asleep in the stroller instantly, she’s not slept in the stroller in such a long time, I was shocked. You know when this happens and you almost want to celebrate “no overtired toddler tantrums for us today”, giving your collar a smug tug. I wanted to make the most of this time with my parents and little man while she slept. My son is a lot easier to entertain so we just went crazy and had a tea. We’re so insane like that. Mr M had a carton of juice and nobody had to wrestle the wriggly Miss M. We enjoyed our teas and took in the scenery.
We sat right next to a train which was about to depart, “get the next one” we said. Thinking they come every twenty minutes, you know, like a normal train. Not this railway, they’re every hour. DRINK YOUR TEA AND GET ON THE DAMN TRAIN. Thank goodness Grandad Firstooth checked the timetable.
On the train journey home Miss M made friends with two kids sitting behind us. Is it just me that feels a little awkward when this happens? I encourage this, but I wonder, do I talk to their parents? I don’t want to turn my back on my own, awkward situation but it makes me laugh how confident my girl is, she will make friends with everyone. Everyone. When shopping she says “heyyo” and “buhbye” to anyone nearby and then never stops waving.
Around 15 minutes from the station Mr M was demanding to get off the train. We must have heard “my wants to get off the train” a hundred times before pulling into the station. Once the train had stopped, he point blank refused to move and had a meltdown. All I could say was “I told you he’d do this”. Not that anyone didn’t believe me, it just made me feel better. Eventually, with the promise of a toy from the shop he got off the damn train.
Both kids were loose in the shop, which is never a good thing. They were pulling things out of baskets, taking things off rails and then, Mr M did the Wee Wee Dance again. He begged for the potty, but he needed it just-so, you know how they can be. He wanted the potty positioned in the shop so he could drop-pants and pee, inside the shop. We tried explaining he needs to pee just outside the entrance.
“Nanny will take you outside while I buy your doggy and dinosaur, you can’t have your doggy and dinosaur if you pee in the shop”
They’d still have gotten their doggy and dinosaur whatever. I was already at the counter paying for it. Then I turned round to check them both and my shameless toddler had dropped his trousers in the middle of the shop. I was staring at two bare bum-cheeks. I thought ‘sod it’, whipped the potty out unapologetically and let him pee right there. Next to the display of Thomas the Tank Engine.
Then we made like eggs and scrambled!
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