The title is actually just a simulation for those of you wanting an insight into our evening here tonight.
Lots of wahing - of different volumes, tones and general varieties. We've had the over-tired wahs. Followed closely by the furious wahs. Then the saddened, whimpering little wahs. Then the livid, 'bringing the very walls down by their sheer intensity' wahs. (I could hear those up the end of the garden, where I happened to be attempting to put the washing out, after spending the last hour and a half up and down the stairs comforting him.)
And finally, at 8:30, he's down. Completely conked out by the whole ordeal. And the reason for this uncharacteristic evening's entertainment? Basically, it boiled down to a lot of over-excitement and an unwise portion of 'banoffee bonanza' ice-cream.
Yes, we had a lovely time of it for the mother in law's birthday today. The weather positively beamed down upon us all, so we headed merrily off to Lulworth Cove, which was bursting at the seams with burnt tourists and fat people eating fish and chips and ice creams. We ate ice creams too, but I don't think we're too fat.
D, as mentioned before, was incredibly excited and bouncy all day, leaping with gay abandon from Gran, to Grandpa, to Mummy to Daddy, then back again. He LOVED all the attention. The camera was pointed many times in his face, each time, beaming smiles of beneficence ensued.
He is a lovely little chappie when he's cheery. Ah. That gummy little smile. He knows, when he pulls that one out the bag, that mummy is putty in his chubby little hands. more particularly, he knows that if he turns that smile on when mummy is consuming a certain banana flavoured ice cream, that she won't be able to resist giving him a bit. Then a bit more. Then a bit more. Cunning little man! Somehow, he managed to pork his way through more of it than I did!!
But thank goodness, he rests now. Pure sugar probably still coursing round his bloodstream. I wonder if he's having little dreams now about dancing ice creams- perhaps with him skipping ecstatically through a world of cornets, flake bars, and waffle cones.
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