We had my father visiting from Germany, to meet his new grandchild and for my birthday on Friday. We had friends popping in for coffee and abandoned a walk on the commons for the freezing wind that none of us were truly prepared for, except the baby in his wintersuit and snuggled up in the sling.
Today, all by ourselves again, I was hoping for a rainy Sunday. It’s been looking good.
I am ignoring the hoovering and window cleaning.
The Mr is at work, Kaya is creating utter chaos in his room and building an army of duplo lamps because it’s getting dark so early. The baby is hiccupping. There is cooked pumpkin waiting to be turned into pie.
But for now, it’ll be leftover chocolate cake and warm tea and woolly socks and baby cuddles.
Weekending with Amanda. How has yours been?