Of biscuits and playgrounds, and new additions.

Come say hi...

His Name is "Splash".

He is teeny weeny and his habitat cost me more than a day's pay.

I am forgiving him because he has amazing powers of toddler sleep coercion.


This weekend was a little bit shit. Especially Sunday.


Tiger pushed every button I had and then hit the "Lose your freaking mind" one to top it all off. After a mild explosion we took a big deep breath and made some biscuits.

And we took some to the park, just because.

Fresh air made me feel better. But I can't go on the swings because A) my legs are too short and it's an unknown risk asking WonderMan to gently push me so I can swing, and B) I've discovered it puts pressure on my broken butt, and then I can't walk. This made me sad. It didn't stop WM having a good go though.

Frog made some random friends.

We went walking...

 
We went garage sale hunting...

And this made me giggle enough to shift some of my funk, before I went back to work today.
 

I'm still giggling. 

Happy Monday.