Sweet Children o'Mine

Busy busy busy.

Wednesday was a boy's night out to see a band with Nick, Legge, Richard and others. Music was good and we were then kicked upstairs into a different club if we wanted to keep drinking, a place that turned out to be having a heavy metal night. I can confirm that drunken discussions of Patrick White to a soundtrack of Guns'n'Roses can be most entertaining.

The quid pro quo for my evening off was M heading up to Avoca for a girlie weekend, leaving me to look after the Bs for two whole days. Eek!

Obviously the first priority on Saturday morning was a book fair, where I got a bagful of stuff for $22, including a token children's book. The kids were fine with it actually, we went to a playground beforehand and had a restful afternoon, so they were happy enough.

Here's a video of the kids on a slide:



I managed to feed, bathe and put them to bed without drama which was a relief, and spent the evening watching the OK Wanda and the compassionate Yi Yi.

Sunday morning we headed to Ryde Children's Festival that involved face painting, craft, big slides, whirly swings and bouncy castles. B1 had a blast:



Unfortunately, B2 was stuck in his chair for much of the (extremely hot) morning, so it wasn't ideal for him. Maybe he will enjoy it more next year:



The last thing we did was queue for 10 minutes so that B1 could get her coveted pink ballon. She refused to let me tie the string around her wrist. I took this photo about 30 seconds later:



So the kids survived, I survived and M returned on Sunday evening to return balance to the cosmos.

LATE BREAKING NEWS: My sister had a baby girl, Isabella Catherine Cross, this morning. It's all good. I like uncling.