great balls of...er, plastic

Sitting with a glass of wine whilst I do this, peering through one eye whilst the other one sleeps.

I feel like I'm on maternity leave now - the maternity leave I was supposed to get but didn't due to Bry's redundancy. The last 9 months were like a reeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy long weekend, whereas now - on my days with Arlo, I suddenly get how exhausting it is. Bloody brilliant, but exhausting.

Still. Shall not complain.

We went to meet Ryan and his mummy Thembie today. We decided to visit the soft play place in Ocean Terminal - mainly because the boys are boistrous beyond belief and we thought it would be good to let them rampage whilst we caught up.

It was very funny. Ryan spent the whole time clambering up things and trying to stand up whilst Arlo just chewed and licked everything in sight. The ball pit was hilarious. When I sat Arlo in the balls he just kicked his legs with delight and then started crawling through the balls very slowly, picking up balls as he went and attempting a good chew. Ryan set his mind to getting through the balls to the other side and slowly but surely (sinking and sludging) got to the other side, stood up, grinned his head off, then made his way back to Arlo and gripped onto his shoulder like he was giving a horse bite.

Much fun.