We'll have no more thread plague, thankyouverymuch.
Hope your DH is ok seven.
Am drooling over the baking, but I must be good. A weekend with the inlaws has left me in a biscuit induced sugar coma.
Am seeing oi and bennybenbear on Wed for a meal, have had to pre-order food and am really looking forward to it!
So, I'm going to Wales in the summer, with my folks and my sis and her bunch. Should be fun. DH looks like he'd rather lick the cat's arse than come with, but I think he will as the lure of hiking around the welsh countryside and utilising parents as free babysitting is quite strong. If I kill my mother by accident, you'll be my alibi, right? She's already doing meal plans for the week. Last holiday with parents was a week in Cornwall when DS was 6 months old. He refused to sleep. It refused to stop raining. He got hand foot and mouth. DH clearly wanted to divorce me and my mother. So fingers crossed it goes better this time! I'll turf him off to the pub with my BIL if it all gets a bit much for his delicate sensibilities.
Lovely weekend was had by DS, playing with both sets of grandparents and his cousins. He did get headbutted in the face by my niece, as she wasn't keen on him going in for a kiss, bless. He took it on the chin though. Drive home was a bit grim, he screetched and stropped for the last half hour and I was so busy shouting trying to get him to calm down that I took the wrong exit off the motorway and DS is now repeating the lovely phrase 'OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! FUCKS SAKE MUMMY!' which I thought he had forgotten but evidently slipped out of my mouth when I realised where we were.
Shite mother emoticon anyone?