Daddy's home

Daddy's home, it's just fantastic.  I picked him up last night from a service station on the A1, the irony was that they were kicked off the A1 just north of us, and to get to the service station, came past our house... but we didn't know this until it was all happening.  I didn't care, husband home. The eldest boy, who'd woken up in the car insisted that there was absolutely no way he was going to sleep in his cot when his Daddy was back home, far too precious to have him back, so he went to bed with us.  Then the youngest somehow woke up and realised that something was up, so he was in the bed too.  Yep,  four in the bed, plus the cat.

We've all been kind of adjusting today, no dissertation for the husband to be rushing back to at all times and all just jogging along, so we've had a lovely, rather lazy day hanging out together and enjoying the day. 

I dragged everyone out for a walk at the end of the day - there was just enough light to get a picture of the eldest showing just a little bit of affection for his Daddy.