Popped

Or is that pooped? This morning we all felt a little rough around the edges from lack of sleep. The kids still managed to have bundles of energy in between cranky episodes, as they do. Rob and I decided on the divide and conquer approach and I took to John Lewis with Little D for a potty, while he took to the supermarket with Miss A and bought her numerous treats - anything for an easy life!

We managed to get through the day without too much trauma. There was however, a little mishap after dinner when Little D had a run in with a balloon. Thinking the balloon made a wonderful seat he made himself comfortable and it was managing to hold his weight quite nicely. I got the camera as I thought he looked quite cute perched on his throne but just as I snapped there was a loud 'pop' and Little D landed unceremoniously in a pile of shoes on the floor. Things could've been so different if he hadn't gone for the dessert.