sacrifice

Dear Jesus, thank you for dying to save our sins and giving us a long, hot bank holiday weekend. It's a shame that Mr McMuffin has to work most of it, but I think that secretly he's pleased not to have to look after Babycake while I tend to the garden in that time honoured British tradition.

I only worked three days last week, as I took Wednesday off to see Big Sister and the Niece and Nephew. It was lovely to see them (and Single Cookie, Mrs Carrot Cake and the Masters Carrot Cake, who were visiting the parents, too) and Babycake adored all of them. What a shame we don't all live closer, I do miss then and I'm sure they'd babysit too! What a shame I don't work part time as well, you can get so much done at home and feel much less tired too.

In other news about Babycake, he is getting very huggy and cuddly. He is losing interest in his golf club and adoring his new football (also trying to steal footballs off other children) and is rather partial to eating dirt and stones. He is still the nicest baby in the world (except for yours, I'm sure they're equally nice) and Mr McMuffin and I feel moved to comment on his utter gorgeousness at least a million times a day. While this may make us good parents, it also makes us insufferable bores and I really don't care.