Yesterday morning, Noah didn't realise what a treat he was in for. First of all, Bruxy was round and so Noah pleaded and pleaded us to let him be fed breakfast by our guest. We agreed. They both had a lovely time.
Then Noah became bored and didn't care who knew it.
So Daddy went and collected a dead starling that had committed spectacular suicide (by ploughing into the guest bedroom window during the night) and made his final resting place on our patio by the dead apple tree. It had an ant on its eyeball.
Noah loved it so much. It is now in his cot with bear and rabbit.
Then we went to take Bruxy home via his sister's where Noah made a new friend for life (and potential babysitter for us). Libby. She is a real little poser who knows how to make herself look perfect for every picture. She showed Noah all her dolls and then fed him his lunch. Meanwhile, Kyle was telling Noah from a distance about how to avoid Slenderman; the boy is a gaming genius, much to the delight of his mum...
Noah was so sad to be leaving, but he was very tired and slept like a baby in the car. Because he is a baby.
No comments:
Post a Comment