I was beyond tired today, of the worn out and grumpy and tearful with it variety.
Fran let me go back to bed. When I woke up, they were deeply embroiled in kitchen stuff.
There was a lot of mess (which they tidied up; result!)
There was a lot of hard work.
There was a very happy little boy who loved every minute and learned to lick the bowl.
And delicious cakes.
I’m a bit of a rubbish mum at doing things like this so I’m extra grateful to big sisters who do. These are the things his memories will be made of.
And I got to giggle at the naked icing that happened – it was a fun body art installation by the end!