...you can see Cassiopeia on his back!
I didn't realise when I wrote the last blow entry on Thursday evening that boyo would wake up on Friday morning looking this this. Just what you need as you run into a hectic weekend. He looks pretty chipper with himself here, that's mainly because I took the photo in the morning. By late afternoon the poor wee man is struggling.
Between dog walking, swimming and rugby, I've tried to entertain him as best I can. To be fair to him, he has been dragged round fields and parks with the dog in the pissing rain, and never complained once. In many ways, he's probably been much easier to handle without his mum being here, because then she would have to do it all. As it is, he's happy to let dad read the books and provide the cuddles.
It was bloody nippy this morning, but the boys still made their rugby, whilst I wandered away with my eldest and youngest children (too many little brothers and sisters around the rugby club to stay with chicken pox boy). I think he enjoyed the one on one time with big sis.
The lads enjoyed their rugby - I managed to get a few photos for mum. I've made a rip roaring arse of editing the last couple though, and because I'm very rushed and very late today, they'll have to go on just as they are. If she is half the woman I think she is, she'll sort them and re-upload them for me.
Neither boy was too enamoured about rugby this morning, I think because they knew I was taking big sister away to walk the dog. Once there though, it was a good session. Game on next week - and surprise surprise, I am away for the next fixture for the adults too, which has been arranged for a Friday night, so a hit on two fronts for me!
