Lego was always my favourite toy as child. Freddie enjoys his sister’s old Duplo, but still finds even the junior Lego a bit too fiddly. Hoping to encourage his interest, we took him to the ‘Bricks in Motion’ Lego exhibition at Chester Cathedral.
The display is arranged in a boarded off area of the South Transept, so, provided we kept our eyes on him at all times, we were able to let him walk around freely by himself, choosing what look at, and what to return to again and again.
I followed him around, taking photos, talking to him about the models, and about what we might have a go at making with the Lego we gave at home. Trees and clouds I think we settled on.
I still love Lego. I’m tempted to buy some for myself – they do make it for age 16+!
Freddie ran backwards and forwards happily, visiting some of the models several times. He really seemed to be getting something out of it, even if it was only enjoyment.
Afterwards we went for a walk on the walls. To coax Freddie out of a minor moment if obstreporousness, I let him take photo of the clock (with a bit of help to hold the phone steady and pointing in the right direction).
He also took this one of mosaic in the Roman Gardens (again with a bit of help). I think he appreciated the chance to ‘have a go’:
With both of us there to act as ‘spotters’ we felt able to let him scamper around without having to be on the wrist strap or holding hands all the time. He didn’t always stop when we told him to, but he didn’t make a serious attempt to run off, though we know we still always have to watch him closely and keep him within reach. We need tonsil on getting his attention in those situations. I’m thinking of getting a whistle. That might look a bit odd, blowing an Acme Thunderer at your child in public, but if it works I don’t really care what other people think . I’m sure he enjoyed being able to ‘explore’ a little under his own steam.
We thought it best to put him in his buggy while we walked beside the river, but by then he was tired, and ready to eat his packed Lunch. He did try to throw his raisins off the bridge – but I think he might have been attempting to feed them to the ducks – he likes pelting ducks with food.
After his winsome smile had scored us some extra gingerbread men in the Ginger Cafe, we spent a happy fifteen minutes wandering around trying to find the car park. And it only cost us four quid in parking fees!
All in all, a successful day out (with no major tantrums from either the child or the grown-ups).