Rainy Days

Well, that's the first one over with. Let me tell you, he's not been laughing like that all day!

We were forced into spending the afternoon inside a) because is was pissing down and b) because dad's get up and go has got up and gone. Generally we are the type who work by the motto "there's no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes" but today I just couldn't be bothered adding wet to tired. When I picked BB up from nursery and asked him what he did today, he told me they didn't play outside today. He got a strange look from the teacher, who obviously only does outside in August, and didn't seem to get his disappointment.

So this afternoon has been one spent playing, reading and as you can see watching the box. Check out the bed head on your little lad.

Just before bed, as I was doing the milk, there was a howl from the bottom of the stairs. When I asked BB what he had done to LL, he rather excitedly told me he had kicked him, and proceeded to demonstrate an action Bruce Lee would be proud of. He continued on this gleeful little fresh air kicking spree after he apologised to his brother, only to collapse like a Chelsea striker when he booted the metal rod that holds the worktop up by the freezer. And there endith the first lesson in what goes around comes around my son.