The blog's been a bit quiet the past week or so. That's because the past week or so has sounded a lot like this:
Me: Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
Samuel: Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
James: Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
Me (looking at work project): Aaaargh!
Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
Samuel: Noisy, Mummy!
Me: Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH! I think I just wee'ed.
Samuel: No more, Mummy. NO MORE, MUMMY! Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
James: Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
Me (looking at work project): Aaaargh!
James: No, Samuel, you can't drive your ride-on car down those steps! NOOOO SAMUEL! Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
Me (looking at work project): Aaaargh!
Samuel: MORE PEPPA! Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
James (putting the 389th episode of Peppa on the iPad): Cough! cough! COUGH! COOOUUGGHH!
Me (looking at work project): Aaaargh!
Samuel: NO MORE PEPPA!
That pretty much covers it. Last week was a bit pants, all told, but we're feeling a little better now. And, despite our collective illness and my mammoth workload, we still managed to squeeze some nice stuff in. Stuff like park visits in the sunshine. They never disappoint, as the first cheeky snap shows. Samuel is loving getting out and about and crunching the early autumn leaves with his new little red shoes.
Today we also decided to do the sort of thing you should always do after a crap run of things: party. We booked tickets to a baby rave (I know, okay. Stop rolling your eyes.) at The Bedford in Balham on a whim because we thought it sounded like fun. And, joy of joys, it was indeed a bundle of fun.
We all danced around like idiots, marvelled as someone fired a glitter canon while balloons were rained down upon us and took full (albeit responsible) advantage of the bar. Best Sunday afternoon in ages. Samuel couldn't quite believe his eyes and ears. The lights! The sparkle! The tunes! The opportunity to show off his groovy moves without somebody telling him to calm down because the lady downstairs might complain!
I took terrible, terrible pictures, but I feel it would be wrong for me not to include at least one as a photo of the week since it commemorates Samuel's first proper disco. But, if the unique shapes that he was throwing are anything to go by, I think it's unlikely to be his last.
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