Heester rabbit

Today Sam and Jez and BB and Baby G came over for an egg hunt. I did a bad job of hiding eggs about the garden (This is very important with egg hunts for small children, especially when Its this cold. We don't want to be out there all day). Mr Nut is a big boy and take his responsibilities teaching BB important skills like parcel the parceland egg hunting seriously. She turned out to be a remarkable hunter of eggs. They seemed very chocolately and happy. They build a small town in the lounge with the happyland stuff I'd forgotten about.

Mr nut also got TWO parcels in the post : an egg with both toystory and cars characters on (the joy) and one full of heestery activities from aunty jane and cousin Emma. 'Mama! He exclaims 'I think I like
heester!!)

He particularly liked his bunny ears. 'I'm a heester rabbit. I'm a heester rocket rabbit actually' he says, walking in with his happyland rocket 'taking some eggs into space'

Most of the rest of the afternoon was taken up bathing with the octonauts. I tidied his room while he was in there, which is why it too so long. It also means the average about of time he's spent in the
bath since jim left is about right and my child no longer stinks. Then the octonauts went downstairs to happyland and ate my malteaster rabbit. Bastards.

The house is tidy (apart from happytown, which stands intact)
No clothes have appeared on the right hand side of the bed (left hand still a problem).
Only two beard hairs we found, in the jug in the bathroom
The nut has not cried about his absent father, but has cried about the lack of porridge for breakfast. Apparently the novelty of cocopops is
very short lived (yay)
Bins are reaching crisis point.