This morning I woke up to Leo bumping around in his bed chatting away to himself. When I called him through because the banging was getting louder, he hurtled down the landing, flinging our bedroom door open at an almighty speed before bounding in topless! I couldn’t help but laugh. When I asked him where it had gone he raised his little hands in the air and replied “all gone”.

He dove into bed next to me and we put the tv on for a little while before Leo got up and dragged me out of bed by my arm hairs. When I asked if he was ready for breakfast he nodded his head and charged towards the stair gate, rattling it to get downstairs. We had a bowl of porridge to share (of which Leo ate most because Mummy was still feeling a little worse for wear from Friday night) then got ourselves dressed. The sun was shining and it looked to be a beautiful day so I suggested we all go out to the country park, Moors Valley. So off we went.

Leo fell asleep in the car on the way there which meant we had a peaceful hours drive. When we arrived, all the car parks were nearing full but we were ushered into a spot fairly close to the entrance of the park. We headed straight for the cycle hire where we hired bikes with a trailor for Leo to sit in. Now Leo had never been on a bike before so it was going to go one of two ways; either he would love it or he would hate it. Can you guess which one it was?!


Yep, he hated it! We barely made it from the exit of the bike hire area before he started balling his eyes out desperate to get out of the chair. We had to let him get out. The whole forest probably heard him screaming. We attempted to coax him back into the chair with some food and a drink but he isn’t easily fooled. He’s too clever for his own good. So we walked with the bikes back to the higher area, me carrying Leo on my hip.

We stopped for some lunch on a bench where Leo sat and ate a fair bit of his lunch before getting restless and curious to go exploring. We spotted in the distance a flag with the gruffalo on it and walked over to find that it was a forest trail to go and find him. Brilliant. So off we went, along the muddy paths on the hunt for the gruffalo.


After a long and mucky walk (Leo fell on his bum a couple of times) we finally found him.


Our trip wasn’t so bad after all. Leo was worn out by the time we got back to the car and he fell asleep most of the way home.

Mummy Hazel and My Little Leo xxx