Tractor park

The playroom (which was the dining room, until we moved the table out), should be re-named the tractor park.  I have no idea how we have so many tractor toys, but somehow we do. The eldest loves them, the youngest LOVES them, and if there is going to be an argument about anything, it's going to be about a flippin' tractor.  

The husband took the boys up to Belton this morning so I could get a few things done (I did let him have a lie-in and also an afternoon snooze). The thing that we all dread happened... the eldest (currently in the midst of the terrible twos, which really is quite terrible at times), had an argument with the husband about not putting boots back on before leaving the indoor play area, whilst this was happening, the youngest decided to leave... found, only about 5 - 10 minutes later in a different building by a member of National Trust staff - after a bit of a search party was hastily put together.  The eldest, realising that he may be should reign in his terrible two issues, was kindly looked after in the play area whilst the youngest was found.  The husband has sworn never to take them both out together by himself again. 

Despite it raining almost all day, we had a great time in the garden this afternoon, got soaked, but I rescued a tree from the ivy that is slowly killing it, which made me feel quite good. 

Off to do the ironing...