Last weekend we decided to celebrate your 2nd Birthday at the Black Country Museum. We drove up early in the morning, wrapped up nice and warm, after stopping to get Daddy a haircut.
We wandered around, first browsing the cars and buses and took a van to the shops where we bought a lollypop that turned your entire face blue. You walked and walked, until you ran and fell over several times, your feet getting away from you. On the canal side you landed in a big muddy puddle, and you looked a tad forlorn until you picked yourself up and carried on regardless. We didn’t even hear a peep about your sodden socks and shoes.
You gaped at all the fires in the tiny workman cottages and spoke energetically to the shop keepers. Eagerly you dived in to your freshly cooked chips as we sat on a bench outside in the cold and then headed inside for cake, cake and more cake. We found ourselves at the cinema and you watched your first ever film, The Vagabond by Charlie Chaplin. You sat wiggling on my lap, watching, listening and snacked on cheese and cheerios before heading outside to try your hand at some traditional games. You imitated grandad playing with a whipping top on the cobbles and chased after the metal hoops as everyone amazed at how young you were.
Soon it was time to go, you were tired and it was getting cold, so we stopped for a quick stroke of a horse in the stables and then ran to catch the bus. What a lovely way to celebrate you, my wonderful two year old.