Monday Mornings

Every Monday morning Audrey and I go to music class. We get up bright and early, and get dressed. We eat breakfast at the little table in the kitchen, and then Audrey watches a video (usually Curious George) while I brush her hair - she doesn't like it, so the video is a bit of a bribe.

 
When we're all done, and usually running a bit late, we dash out of the house to the bus stop.

We catch the bus that takes us along the canal. The centre where music class is held is right by the water. Audrey has a wonderful time seeing her friends and making music. Sometimes before hand she says she doesn't want to go, but always when we get there she's happy she came. When we leave, she always wants to go again right away and I have to explain that we need to wait a whole other week before the next class.

Afterwards we have our little routine. We always, always, go along the canal to the very end where the little canal boats live, and see the "pretend ducks" - which are actually metal geese. Audrey says hi to them and feeds them and rides on them.

Then we walk along the other side of the water to the big bridge, cross over, and see if there are any leaves to scrunch in the little side street that leads us back to the bus stop.

Sometimes, if Audrey isn't too tired, we go to the button shop or to a charity shop that sells lots of good children's books. Then we get the bus home, and Audrey almost always falls asleep. I carry her home for her nap.

I love Monday mornings.