The Works Barbie

I'm in the sitting room, finally warm after a long hot bath, face mask (or is it masque?) and a good book to try and defrost after another arctic summers day. Eddie's workmates came over for a barbie today and we were really looking forward to it. Don't get me wrong, it was a lovely afternoon (apart from the sub-siberian temperatures and gale force winds), but I spent all but 10 minutes looking after our two small children.


In Will's case it was just making sure he didn't upset any of the other children who'd come over to visit by wrestling them for whatever toy they'd innocently chosen to play with. James was a bit different in that he refused to be picked up and held by anyone except Eddie and I. When the first two guests arrived he was in his bouncer on the doorframe - his favourite thing - and as soon as he clapped eyes on them he went completely still....for about 30 seconds....before his eyes welled up.....and then the terrible, distraught wail cut through the air, accompanied by Real Tears. My heart melted. Again. And again.

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