Me, not him. Don’t worry.
We’re enjoying this. I am slightly burned, pebble-dashed with freckles and working through my first sandal blisters of the summer. Henry has encountered semi-nakedness and ice cream for the first time, and approves of both. The smell of sun-warmed baby cream in his hot nursery keeps taking me back with a whoosh to when he was brand new, this being the last time we had any nice weather around here. It’s odd – and it’s making him seem HUGE to me at the moment – but I like it.
Happy weekend, lovely people! Yet another city has put in a bid for some Timothy time next week, so we’re hoping for a quiet couple of days before he leaves. Hope your plans involve semi-nakedness and ice cream too. Henry can recommend it.