Saturday morning saw our hungover selves heading off first thing for Matthew's rountine blood test. He's now collecting the knitted bears donated to the Red Cross by volunteer knitters - our latest arrival is the green stripey dude in the front.
We then struggled through swimming lessons, clutching our dreadful McDonald's coffees tightly before heading off to buy Ryan a proper big kids bed - the rest of the day was obviously spent assembling the blessed thing and re-arranging furniture to accomodate it.
Sunday - our day of rest. Hallelujah & Praise the Lord. (And yes, I am aware that that sentence alone has guaranteed my place somewhere hot for all of eternity...) Actually, it wasn't all just lolling around. T did wave the chainsaw around for a bit up the back yard and I did some decluttering of ugly furniture and baby items that were clearly just taking up valuable real estate so we were a teeny bit productive. Just nothing that makes you feel like you actually accomplished anything. (Shel, we might need your help...)
So there you go, another fascinating weekend in the life of the Us. Could any of you have possibly been even more boring than we were?