This afternoon we arrived home from a long weekend at my Mum and Dad's.
It was hectic. Crazy. Frenetic. But we had fun, and all our wee cousins - all seven of them, full to the brim with enthusiasm and excitement carried on for the whole weekend. Whoa Nelly! But there is nothing comparable to being small, hanging with your cousins, having fun, causing a bit of mallarky, and ending the day completely cream crackered passed out in your bed. Do you remember that excitement?
Alas I have NO pictures. My camera didn't even make it out of my handbag because:
a) the batteries were on the brink of dying
b) it feels like the weekend went by in a complete blur and I never felt there really was a chance to photograph the craziness.
They are my lame, tres lazy excuses and I stand by them. Capiche?
So we arrived home, it was a long weekend as daylight savings is now upon us, and on putting the smalls (finally) to bed - Matt said to the Doctor - "Good night and thanks for a great holiday."
"Yes. It should be thanks to me. It was my idea."
Had any great ideas lately that I should know about? Hit me up.
photo absolutely unrelated. But on another family outing to the ZigZag Railway. Forever ago.