Katy loved the treehouses, wobbly bridges, rope walks, zip wires, big slides, sand pits, den-building and boat-trips so much we had to go back and do it all again the very next day.
Smiling before disaster struck: on friday I got the dreaded phone call from the nursery that Katy was ill, with sickness and diarrhoea. Then the rest of us went down like dominoes. No sooner back at work than off sick! Katy thankfully is on the mend, but it seems like we're living in a plague house at the moment. At least the sun is shining.
All 3 sleeping like the proverbial one. If we're very lucky Kathryn deigns to take a post-breakfast nap (before second breakfast, that is) which allows us to catch up on a little sleep. Otherwise she just doesn't do sleeping during the day in a stationary environment!
If you can't spend Christmas day in your pajamas, when can you? Katy was certainly in no hurry to get dressed, and after a more than civilised 8am start we had one of the most relaxed Christmas days I can remember. Here's my Facebook post for yesterday: Quakers don't usually make a fuss about the twenty-fifth day of Twelfth Month, so I thought I might darken the doors of my local Anglican church for midnight mass and some hearty carol singing. Turns out they are not blessed(?) with a live organist but are dependent on prerecorded music tracks, which are usually just a tad too fast and so rigidly metrical that congregations often fail to keep in sync. The machine gave us only 4 verses of Once in Royal , although 6 were printed, and during Silent Night the music was so much faster than our preferred tempo that someone wisely switched it off after just 2 lines. How wonderfully appropriate, given the origins of that carol.
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