Well Christening went off REALLy well after an eventful evening prior.
DH rolled up at 10pm post-golf dinner, absolutely hammered and spent an hour and a half throwing up into the sink whilst sat on the toilet, then the bath, then the downstairs sink.
I was SO SO I honestly could have punched him (and I'm not violent). I'd spent all day and all evening preparing food, clothes etc etc whilst dealing with teething, whingy J and he came in in such a state.
Anyway, I made him sleep downstairs on the sofa and he sheepishly crept into bed at 5.30am to tell me he had diahorrea. I told him I did not want to hear one single word about how he was feeling, that I couldn't give a shit and if he dared to ruin our sons special day I would NEVER forgive him.
He thinks it may have been a prawn sandwich he had (despite the fact he was incoherent when he walked through the door).
Anyway, he tried really hard despite being hungover and didn't ruin the day. J was a good little soldier and it was all lovely. Will post photos once BF has emailed me some.
MEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!