David dropped off the boys and hurried off to beat the traffic going back through to Glasgow. Charlie and Phoenix were delighted at the injection of energy into the house. It wasn't until bedtime that this became a problem. Charlie had been relegated to the cot-bed in our room to make room for the boys, this didn't go down well at all.
The next morning was a hot day, Auntie Teri took FeeFee to Granmas and as promised the rest of us set off for the park. The three of them squeezed into the buggy and Uncle Kris (a.k.a. Spiderman)was commanded to run all the way there.
On arrival, they excitedly scrambled for the chute although the enthusiasm quickly faded under the Scottish sun.
15 minutes later...
Though the oldest, Patrick was the only one to remain on the buggy the whole way back. Gary and Charlie opting to hold hands and walk.
Teri abandoned ship at 3.30pm in favour of a BBQ leading onto a night out. Gary and Charlie were out in the street playing with the cars and motorbikes. Patrick had acquired a new friend Chloe who inspired him to build a mud-pie.
Friend quickly became foe, Chloe's orders were met with descent.
"Your not the boss" shouted Patrick throwing a rock into the mud-pool. The resulting splashes sparked a new idea.
"Can we have a water-fight" enquired Patrick and Chloe.
Gary and Charlie were happy continuing to top up the mud-pool (which was quickly becoming a pond) out the back-garden, Phoenix watching from her buggy while Dad made some progress with the garden. Suddenly Patrick starts screaming and runs through from the street crying that Chloe threw water over him.
"Patrick, you were having a water-fight. What did you expect to happen?" I was baffled.
The friendship was over...
There was more fun and games that night when they were getting bathed. What's this fear of water nonsense Steph? Both Patrick and Gary started screaming when I wet their hair, Patrick screamed so much that it set off Charlie. I think you need to get them playing with water more often cause you don't want them feared of it. Some water-pistols, water-balloons, buckets and a hose and hey presto no more fear.
Settling down for bed was much easier, all were asleep for 8.45pm. Dave, Josh and Aunt Amy came round that night for a wee smoke...
Sunday was another scorcher, Teri and the kids were out the front for most of the day. There was a small scare, Gary disappeared!!! Teri came in from the street, and asked me if I had seen Gaz. We searched the house, he wasn't there; we asked all the other kids in the street if they had seen him, they hadn't. I put my shoes on and was getting ready to go looking but as I glanced out the window, I saw him sleeping in an old carseat in the house in the garden.
An eye-opener, was the amount they ate, they were like teenagers. They were hungry all the time.
On Monday David came to pick them up, Steph's dance jig had a mini-disaster with the sound but other than that her thingamyjig went well. The boy's survived, nobody fell and broke their neck despite there being many moments were gran and their mum would have put this fear into them. Fun was had by all...
Charlie was sad to see her cousins go but glad to see her own bed that night.
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