Such angelic children, no? Actually, they’re far from it. But they like to smile for the camera, so I can’t complain too much. On Saturday, we went to the Tate Modern for some culture and lunch. Normally, when we go into central London, we go on a Sunday. That way we can snag some free parking. Dubz is quite the handful and we have not been brave enough to take him on the train or the underground. Moozles had been on the train and tube hundreds of times at this age.
But the past few months has seen a marked maturing in Dubz. Now that he is two and a half years old, he has calmed down quite a bit. He is still quite lively, but we are no longer dealing with daily tantrums or him running around in a frenzied state. So we decided to go into London, on the train and the tube. Without. The. Buggy. Talk about risk takers.
It surprisingly went well. There were some grumpy moments when Dubz got tired and his Daddy carried him. In case you weren’t aware, Dubz always wants me to carry him. But my back cannot oblige. So he had to mainly make due with Daddy. But there was no running into traffic or falling onto the platform. We had a nice day. Not extraordinary, but it still felt special. My little boy is not such a baby any more.
This week I am linking up to My Sunday Photo from OneDad3Girls and Ordinary Moments from MummyDaddyME.