Like a pig in...

"Oh God, he's sitting in a puddle."
"Chris, quick he is eating a stone."
"Okay now he is eating mud."
"WHERE IS RAFE? Oh, he is rolling down a muddly bank. At least he is laughing." I'm laughing inside.
"Oh fuck. Yankee is in the pomd. YANKEE!"
"Chris, the swans, the swans, they are going to attack Yankee! Yankee man!!!"
"Elijah, please stop crying."
"Right, you get Rafe, I'll have to carry Elijah. Let's get the fuck out of here."
The 'let's get out and get some fresh air' turned into my blood pressure going through the roof and all of us covered in mud - but isn't this a photo of pure happiness? ❤ Rafe enjoyed himself - and Yankee despite almost getting eaten by three swans, so I guess that is all that matters and me losing my shit (slightly) was a little dramatic. We were a walking contraceptive though. I could see the judgy eyes. 🙈
Sorry I've been quiet on the blog front, just been a slightly stressful few weeks, with poorly children, hospital admissions and Elijah not sleeping well - to name a few - but it's almost Christmas and have so much to be thankful for. Just could do with a few more hours sleep a night - maybe Santa could bring me 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep? IMAGINE.