I was talking to a friend last week about how daddies have all the fun and it is the mummies that are the boring ones who have to get things done. Whenever Mr Molly has the kids by himself they have a ball doing lots of fun stuff (with the boring stuff like the dishes being left for me). Another friend's husband even calls her the 'fun police'. So this weekend when Mr Molly went away fishing I thought that instead of doing the usual washing, cleaning, routining thing that makes up everyday life and needs to be done, the kids and I would have a special weekend, a mummy date (no 'fun police' allowed).
Angel Baby wanted to make caterpillar pizzas for dinner so we did. She also wanted ice cream milkshakes.
I had suggested to Angel Baby that we could 'camp' in our living room. She wanted to camp in the yard but after explaining that I would not be able to hear Little Man when he woke in the night and promising that we could watch Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure in the tent she agreed that inside would be okay.
After putting Little Man to bed we watched our movie and ate popcorn until we couldn't fit anymore in. I was going to take Angel baby out to look at stars and play with sparklers but it had become cloudy so we decided to call it a night.
When we were at the supermarket shopping for our pizza and camping treats (Daddy always has lots of treats when he goes camping so we thought we needed some too) Angel Baby found the Nutella and grabbing the biggest jar on the shelf asked if we could have it for our camping breakfast. As this was a weekend without the 'fun police' into the trolley it went (after I swapped it for a smaller jar, not because I don't want the kids to have it as a treat but because I don't trust myself with it in the house).
After a lazy morning watching our movie again we packed some supplies and headed to out for a bush/beach walk.
The kids loved walking along picking up treasures, looking for bugs and just being allowed to 'go.' When we had had enough bush walking we stopped for a snack which came from Daddies leftover camping treats.
Then it was off to the beach where we found slimy things.
And crawly things.
There were hundreds of these tiny little crabs. Little Man, try as he may, could not be gentle enough so he had to be distracted with some rocks while Angel Baby stayed and played.
By this stage Little Man's shoes and pants looked like this.
So I decided to let Angel Baby take her shoes before they got wet as well.
It wasn't until I saw our shoes side by side on the rock that I realised they matched (how daggy is it having matching shoes with your Mum?).
Angel Baby decided to explore rock pools...
and Little Man decided to get wet up to his armpits.
We continued to play, explore and in one little man's case lick the salty rocks until our youngest beach boy decided that he did not want to be wet up to his armpits.
I am so glad that I decided to have a mummy date with the kids while Mr Molly was away. I think it might be a new tradition. No 'fun police' allowed.
