storbarnsförälder

Linnea woke well. Rob decided that being snowballed was not his job, so I did it. Ow. We got a bus to a party. Emer had a lovely nap. Linnea wore a tutu and tiara. Then all the children played in the grassy, sunny garden in their shirtsleeves, and got freezling hands murdering snowmen. Then we bussed home via the co-op where we bought eggs.

We had French Toast for tea; I must work out how I make it so I can teach Rob, who needs recipes.

Then we started trying to plan our summer. It's hard. We really do want time away as a nuclear family unit, but it's hard to arrange.

We may have to stay in a five-star hotel to attend my sister's wedding. O NOES how will we cope?

I am also considering the girls' clothes. I think it's only sensible that they have two dresses each for the day. But can't plan what kind until the weather warms up and the growing slows down