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Give them each a large net and tell them to round up the cats of ED.


Or go to Horniman Museum.


Princess Diana playground in Hyde park is good for those ages.


Mini zoo at Battersea Park (though quite expensive)


Imperial War Museum is v. hands on and free.


Walk along South Bank and play in fountains (take towels and change of clothes)

if it's nice go to either peckham rye, dulwich park or crystal palace park for the fab dinosaurs. kids that age will love them.


Or get the train to london bridge- a treat in itself for that age group and just walk either way along the south bank for a bit. then the parents can go to the tate or the design museum. London aquarium is also great.


Or..

the science museum basement 'hands on' space is great, aimed at exactly this age group with a great water play thing, blocks to build and knock down, dressing up.............and more

and then you can check out the rest of the science museum too. also great cos you can take your own sarnies and eat them in indoor picnic area if needs be. or if you are feeling flash and the kids have been entertained then have lunch at the V&A cafe which is by far the best place to eat out of those 3 musuems. buy a sticker book from the science museum to keep the kids quiet while you eat lunch.


Or the horniman is great if its raining and you dont want to go too far.


if you are venturing into london proper take snacks- take extra clothes, take some colouring or a little book or something and take a buggy for the small one and double your normal journey time when calculating how long stuff takes.

*Bob* Wrote:

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> Get down Le Chandelier.

> Children are encouraged to wear muddy clothes and

> bring their own jam sandwiches.



How funny :)-D.


I wasn't going to read this thread as I have no interest in kids. My cousin has asked me to be her daughter's God Mother - she clearly hasn't thought this through. I do wonder how you can decline these things.........


Anyhoo, I saw that you had replied to this *Bob* and decided there would be some witty retort. I wasn't wrong.

Anna - accept! Kids are great, when they arent your own.


I have 3 now - plus 2 siblings (which of course have to be treated as God-Kids to avoid tears).


You can spoil them rotten, feed them brightly coloured sweets and fizzy pop and just at the point when they go completely hyper and vomit - hand them back.


In the early days, with my first, I was worried that she was always shy when I visited. A learned friend advised me that small children are essentially Pavlovian. The simple presentation of a packet of chocolate buttons instantly dispelled all shyness, that and a willingness to play "Gee-Gee". Many years later I am still known in swathes of East Sussex as "Chocolate Button Mike" and have minor back twinges.

Personally, I'd recommend Tate Modern, always crowded, kids love running about in the Turbine Hall (pity the slides have gone), the shop's got good arty kids stuff but best of all they, rightly, come up with loud classics like "But that's just a pile of bricks"....."so if we put our cupboard in here mum would people look at that" etc......


PS Also works well with grandparents

Michael Palaeologus Wrote:

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> Anna - accept! Kids are great, when they arent

> your own.

>

> I have 3 now - plus 2 siblings (which of course

> have to be treated as God-Kids to avoid tears).

>

> You can spoil them rotten, feed them brightly

> coloured sweets and fizzy pop and just at the

> point when they go completely hyper and vomit -

> hand them back.

>

> In the early days, with my first, I was worried

> that she was always shy when I visited. A learned

> friend advised me that small children are

> essentially Pavlovian. The simple presentation of

> a packet of chocolate buttons instantly dispelled

> all shyness, that and a willingness to play

> "Gee-Gee". Many years later I am still known in

> swathes of East Sussex as "Chocolate Button Mike"

> and have minor back twinges.

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Nah, they're not and I generally avoid them at all costs. Even other peoples...


I don't see how I can get out of it though, so I intend to be an Aunt who when she's older thinks is cool and comes to me to escape. Ha ha!

Tis the job of children to keep adults entertained surely, dress them up in monkey costumes and pointy hats and get them to dance to the tune of the Mango Man, dance kiddies, dance!! Earn your keep you little midget folk you. Tis either that or a stint cleaning out the cowsheds down at Ol Berts farm.
Lets face it all the worlds power needs could be met by harnessing the near psychotic energy levels of your average rugrat, feed em up with turkey twizzlers and sunny D, strap em to an exercise bike(Itself attached to a turbine of some sort) and voila an untapped resource. No more rotund kiddies either. Those do-gooders from human rights watch might stick their oar in though. Sandle wearing yoghurt knitters.

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