Friday

Friday was a good day but a decidedly cold day, so I put George in his very groovy hand knitted hooded cardigan. The hood looks like a rasta hat in this picture, and ting.

*Oi Oi...you Lacky poiiiple..* (spaced reference there for you)

Uncle G came over just after lunch...

Graham is what you might call a hands on Godfather/Uncle, which is fantastic for me as I get a break from the constant cycle of changing nappies and clothes, feeding and burping. Instead I get to make a coffee and actually drink it while it's still warm(!)

I also got to go for a nice walk out with my son and my best friend - with the added bonus of buying some blacksticks blue cheese and a nice crusty loaf from the market.

Here is George doing his now typical Zombie-child pose with arms aloft (in Aberdeen) - look it up, it's a Joe Strummer song.

I love this picture even though you're looking slightly sheepish in it Graham (yep, my bad, sorry for taking snaps whilst gangs of marauding schoolchildren sweep past likes wolves on the fold).

We had Christmas curry for tea, which was a roaring success (how big was that chicken again Jon???) apart from giving the menfolk heartburn - then I skipped off to bed and left the boys to talk about cars and football or whatever boys talk about....

Love my boys. Love Fridays.