Wait, what? Where did the bloody weekend go? I write this feeling knackered. Wee Girl was hard to settle last night — sometimes she gets incredibly keyed up, and just won’t. Go. To. Sleep. Little Man was better, but still woke up in the night and it was tough settling him. Then when I finally managed it, the cat started yowling downstairs. The cheeky tortoiseshell from over the back had come into our garden and was parading in front of the windows taunting him. Nyah nyah. So far this morning has been whingy, the kitchen in a wreck, and I’m expecting someone one to look at why the skylight leaks but only in very heavy rain, but I don’t have the energy to do anything.
Even making myself a second cup of coffee seems like too much work. THAT’s how bad it is. Ugh.
Anyway, the weekend was lovely even if it didn’t last long enough. There was a barbecue. There was swimming.
And there was pool.
So turns out Wee Girl loved watching us play pool. We only had a couple of games, but there quite a lot of excited flappiness as you can probably see from the photo above, and lots of crouching down to watch the balls. She loved it.
She wanted to get involved.
Sadly that might have to wait until she’s a bit bigger.
Still we had a great time, and I think we will be having many more games of pool in the future.