Both of the boys have been under the weather for the last few days, and Big Boy, in particular, has not been eating all that much. To encourage him to eat more, I have been letting him “pick” our meals. Yesterday I offered to take him out for lunch, and I gave him a choice of going anywhere he wanted. I would have bet big money that he would pick McDonalds, but no, what he wanted was to have lunch “like before the Singing Kettle.” What he meant by this was he wanted to have the same lunch as we had prior to seeing the Singing Kettle concert (if you are really interested, you can read all about the concert here: http://camelshump.co.uk/2012/03/01/the-singing-kettle-fancy-dress-party-a-review/ or here: http://janiceljlj.blogspot.com/2012/02/singing-kettle-fancy-dress-party.html ).
The day we saw the Singing Kettle, we grabbed a Boots lunch deal and we ate it as we walked through downtown. So, yesterday we drove downtown and grabbed a Boots lunch deal and ate it picnic style in the St. Nicholas Kirkyard with Gramps. It was a gorgeous day, and the Kirkyard is certainly a popular place to stop and eat lunch. It seems like it would be creepy to essentially be picnicking in a graveyard, but it is one of the few park-like spaces in the middle of downtown.
|Gramps with our picnic....note Big Boy's choice...white bread with only ham.|
|Gramps relaxing in the Kirkyard.|
During lunch, Big Boy managed to ask a lot of awkward questions about the graves, such as:
- “are there real dead people under those stones?”
- “are they bones?”
- “what made them dead?”
- “how will they not be dead anymore?”
Lunch became a deep philosophical discussion….sort of.
We finished off the day with Big Boy’s supper pick, pizza. Here is a picture of my homemade pizza, which my husband politely said, “almost looks like a real pizza.” Thanks…I guess.
|These are uncooked.|
Note: "Gramps" is our Tidlo Toys Grand Parent, who was provided to us (for free) by the good folks at John Crane Ltd. We will be taking Gramps with us on our travels and adventures this summer.