Mothering Sunday

Sunday morning: I took Bax to visit Poppa at the local am-dram theatre. G's dad has been working there of and on for 27 years! At the moment he is building sets for a production of Michael Frayn's Noises Off! He is a dab hand with a hammer and saw so very good at doing the fiddly bits. We stood up on the stage while everyone worked around us. I loved it and could have stayed all day helping out but once Bax had scaled the heights of the tallest ladder either of us had ever seen - twice! We shuffled off to buy the doings for a grand lunch.

Sunday afternoon: G finally got away from it all and went to a movie!

And after having my aunt and uncle for lunch (very tasty they were too!) Bax and I put Izzie down for a sleep and hung out together doing nothing much.

Later we sat in the garden and played with the hose. The dog got very hyped up running back and forth through the sprinkler spray and when Bax decided to join in the two of them went crazy running around the garden squealing (or barking in Django's case).

When izzie woke up she and Bax had a swim in the paddling pool. Jumping in and out, splashing and giggling. It is getting cooler here so within 20 minutes they were both shivering. G surprised us all by coming home early. We ran the two gubba baths with big piles of hot bubbles and the two kids sat in the garden doing more of the same but this time without shivering. Bax spent ages pushing one of the little plastic balls he got for his FIRST birthday under the bubbles and watching it bounce up into his face. He always does the same gag too, he puts bubbles on his chin and says Santa or he puts bubbles on the ball and says Santa ball, or bubbles on Bubba and says Santa Bubba. He cracks himself up. When the bubbles all disapper he scrunches up his fist and puts it up to his chin as a beard and says Santa - will he keep going on about Santa for another ten months do you think?

We got the kids into bed early - a lovely Sunday full of adventure and visitors and some potty successes and fun and laughter.

Of course when I pulled out a work shirt to iron it and Bax said , without missing a beat, "Work. Byebye. Talk telephone" It stung a little. But heydeho.