Painting

Boys at the childminder this morning - I seemed to get quite a bit done, which is good as that is the whole point of them going there...   Strangely, when I collect the boys, I now get lots of cuddles from a baby who also goes to the childminder - and the boys don't mind a jot.  

I was all set to go out this afternoon to blow the cobwebs away, but we didn't quite make it out and I still don't know why.  We did some painting instead, which was much fun - until the youngest stood on the bench and fell off onto the hard floor, there were plenty of tears and as we were doing hand prints, quite a bit of paint on me.  He cut his lip later - I have no idea how, so the cardigan also has some blood on it as well.  It's a glamorous life...