The Ordinary Moments - travelling on a bus with a 3 year old boy

With kids what is ordinary one week is extraordinary the next, or actually I should reverse that, it's the other way around.

I don't drive so we can often be found walking (miles and miles) - well Aaron's always on the balance bike.  When we're not walking we're on London's finest (public transport), often buses.

This is how ordinary has gone on buses chronologically

1. In his buggy, either asleep or with me going to great lengths to give him drinks, food or entertainment so that he didn't disturb the other passengers.
2. On my knee in a Moby Wrap usually looking out the window or talking to other passengers.
3. Sitting next to me, but moving from seat to seat to seat, if the bus is empty enough to do so.
4. Running around the bus, in between being made to sit down.
5. Sitting in one place, but needing ryhmes, songs and stories to entertain.
6. Sitting in one place, but wanting to watch my phone, or talk to other children on the bus.
7. THE NEW *CURRENT* ordinary - finding unusual places to sit on the bus.  This is so ordinary he does it all the time #sigh

As you can see if you look closely, his bike and my jacket are there, so as to foil him, by filling the space, in the hope that he'd sit next to me, in the seats that face that luggage/shopping area.  Yes, he began there, but it was a matter of minutes and a couple of bus stops before the boots were off (Aaron's version of "the gloves are off") and in he hops.  Luckily these seats are at the front, so I did not see the disdainful looks of our fellow passengers.  Thank God, as in these situations it is the reactions, that are worse than the behaviour itself.  No doubt, there are some reactions like that from some of you dear readers, but I can't see you ha!

Hooking up with the great linky at Mummy Daddy Me



Bye for now,
Liska xxx
& Aaron
xxx