It has been a tough few weeks over here. I have decided to choose my attitude about it all (more at a later date) so I won't go into the detail but would sum it up as illness, workload, snow and then more illness. All the above leading to days on end stuck in the house (argh!)
I also chose to eat my way out of the situation. Seriously I couldn't stop. Mabel and I made a huge batch of flapjacks last weekend. G Kisby declared he didn't like flapjack (what? Never heard that before, I fear it may just be my flapjack) and Mabel has had a strange stomach virus thing so wouldn't eat them either (hmm - she is a big faker too).
There was one left by Monday. I am really not a fan of it being quite so blatant just how much I have eaten.
Anyhow, I think it is fair to say that the last few weeks have definitely been the most testing since having two (which Mum reckons means I have had it pretty easy so far. Hmm not sure about that).
(Yep, that is "baby" Wilf I am carrying / hauling above)So I was very much looking forward to a long Easter weekend staying at the Grannies with our very much missed Scottish rellies (missed because we don't see them nearly enough). Fee was away in Devon for Easter so we hijacked their house.
G Kisby didn't stay over since he had a Uni assignment due (see workload point above) but we did manage to wangle a cheeky Friday night out before he returned to the Hudds. We went to a lovely Persian restaurant in West Didsbury. It felt really authentic (you know when the plates are kind of mismatched but not in a 'vintage trendy' way and the service is brisk but family friendly, completely unforced). The food was dead tasty (chargrilled lamb kebabs and some sort of cinnamon chicken with pistachio and saffron rice) and since G Kisby was driving I finished off a bottle of wine. We laughed, lots, which is always good for the soul I find.
I did then get punished with a terrible night sleep (Wilf up feeding at 2, then 3, then Mabel up for good at 4....argh) which did make me very much regret the wine but still, you can't knock a good meal out.
Our scottish rellies were as entertaining and great fun as ever. On Saturday Mark came over with his boys too so we had a 6 children aged 3 and under who all played together really well. We did some Easter puppet making and an egg hunt courtesy of the Granny. We all ate far far too much (I kept finding Mabel with chocolate literally dribbling from her chops). They loved visiting the chickens, playing chase and going to the park. We even got the girls in the bath together on Saturday night.
In other news, we have moved bedrooms around so that Wilf is in his own, Mabel's old nursery. Funnily G Kisby declared, "yesss, at last we get our own room back" whilst I was thinking, "oh no, my little chubby chops is no longer by my side". We did our own egg hunt back here today which ended in her new room in her new bed (all attempts to sell it). Needless to say she loved it..
She also loved her Easter gift from Fee (thank you) which was this gorgeous bag from Jelly Jam.
I will put some photos of the new rooms when finished as well as another post this week with pics of Wilf turning 5 months old.
Fingers crossed that this week is better and that we actually use some of the nursery days we pay so much for. And surely there can't be any more snow in April?!???