Daiquiri’s and dinner. Well, Caleb has just returned to the kitchen inquiring about my mint leaf! It seems that daddy gave his up and now Caleb looks to me!
I’m sat here writing this as the children enjoy a movie before bed. Daddy is still working from the living room table, sipping his frozen strawberry daiquiri. A taste of heaven.
My morning encompassed the making of 3kg of Damson jam, made with the frozen pulp of last years damson crop, a bit of home schooling and a luncheon of ‘Dadda’s Club Sandwiches’. You’re either in the club, or not! So we all joined The Club’!
Slightly more laid back this afternoon, though the odd meltdown was to be had as per usual. But come 5 o’clock I figured another strawberry daiquiri was in order. Remember, I should have been sipping it to the music of Cuba, the sun, the sea and South Beach today.
Tonight’s dinner for the little people was a homemade cottage pie with peas and a Danish pastry for dessert. However, when it came to dessert, a major incident happened as poor Caleb went to put his plate in the dishwasher. Remus, who knows Caleb is the littlest, snuck over to the dinner table and wolfed down his raisin and cinnamon twist. Not the first time that this has happened I might add and I imagine, it certainly will not be the last.
Naughty Remus. And I smile now as predictive text popped up with ‘Remus’ as I was writing the word ‘Naughty’. He scarpered and Caleb screamed. Caleb was easily settled with a chocolate and raisin granola bar. But he was muttering that he hated the dogs and they hated him for a good 5 minutes.
Okay that’s almost the end of our day. Better go find their Jim jams.