Sorry, sorry...

I'm not very good at keeping this thing up to date am I?! We've had a hectic weekend. Mum, Dad, Kathryn (my sis) and her man Doug came down to look after Oliver whilst we went off to the wedding... How many family members does it take to keep a toddler happy for 36 hours? Four apparently!

The wedding was fab, although I felt a little frumpy with my flattie shoes on and a non-maternity outfit which was really too small. I noticed a lovely stain on my cream top during the church service to boot. My pal looked amazing - all Audrey Hepburn and satiny. Saw lots of old Bristol folks, which was a bit bizarre as we've just moved back there. Good to catch up although it reminded me why I don't bother to keep up with some of them!

On our return home, the famille were determined to impress on us how happy O had been all weekend - no tears, no tantrums etc etc. Of course he then crumpled into a heap as soon as we arrived and removed my handbag from his clutches. This was greeted with cries of 'He hasn't done this all weekend you know...' by my father, to the point where I had to tell him he really didn't need to say that again.

Anyway, all was well, and we missed the little man heaps. We put him to bed as usual - and then the little blighter woke at 10.45 (just as we were falling into bed exhausted from an exceptionally late 1.30 night on Saturday!). Not only did he wake, but he howled for an hour. I lay in bed telling myself that I must be a terrible mother if my son decides to have a hissy fit the night we get back from being away. Must be nicer to self as Bridget might say.

Fishcakes call and I can't miss Waking the Dead part two...

Toodle pip for now ladies.

Next installment will be tales of N's birthday and whether I manage to behave like perfect wife and get the right presents, restaurant etc. I bet you can't wait.