The outlaws have departed (well, a week ago), and lovely partner has finished his two weeks of much-needed holiday (today is the last day) and Real Life is spiraling towards us, whether we're ready or not.
It was a loverly three weeks with my folks - full of lots of quiet baby play time and escape zones for me and partner to run off like teenagers and be silly. A much-needed break. We camped in Cornwall (yes, it rained) and played on the redsand beaches of home and wandered in the Mumbles and had a posh night in Cardiff... a wonderful blend of home-and-away. And despite the racking cough and respitory infection I've been fighting all week, I've loved every minute of it.
It makes me miss having my parents closer by... this ex-pat business has its down sides, but I also never appreciated them as fully as I do now, so there's something about not taking your loved ones for granted in there.
Baby laughed more, played more, and generally loved every second of being doted upon. Who wouldn't?
