Victorian mother

My husband accuses me of being a rather Victorian mother from time to time, normmally when I make the boys brave the elements.  

We all kind of needed to get some air this morning, so we went out to Rutland Water with the scooters.  The weather was pretty torrential, however the plus side was we had the place almost to ourselves.  They boys had a great time, we got utterly drenched, but it all dries and we'll survive I think.  

We spent the rest of the day at Granny and Grandpa's.  I had bought them Toy Story 3 to watch, which we did, except I had to turn it off as it got a little bit too scary.  So I'm kind of left hanging about what the ending is (I'm taking a wild guess here that all the toys survived....) 

In other BIG news.  We can get back into the kitchen.  The final floor is yet to go down, but we're no longer walking over pipes, or cruncing on concrete.  After almost a year, I've got my beloved side-board out of the living room.  If you discount the lack of finished floor, we're almost, almost there.  The  next big problem is that I have too much 'stuff' and somehow have to cull.  Tricky, very tricky.