13.12.09

After a crappy morning at a cold car boot sale and forgetting Jake’s food, we abandon plans for afternoon play and take a very tired and grumpy toddler home. We can’t get him to sleep so P takes him out in the pram and it does the trick. He slept surprisingly well last night – a solid 10 hours without waking, barely made a peep. In a fit of stubborn determination, I unravelled the knotted metal balls contraption that I was told I wouldn’t be able to do. They were duly impressed and ate their words. Later we all ate curry.