The weekend went largely to shit, mostly because of the incessant rain and the lack of attractive local indoor options for a couple of monkeys who were bouncing off the walls by midday Sunday. But this morning was beautifully sunny, so (after I slacked off totally about getting ready and then gave up on making it to playgroup in any reasonable time *blush*) I made sure we spent a good part of the day outside.

The kids initially hauled out a little table and the kitchen toys and half their furries and played lemonade stand, then we lay around on towels in the sun for a while and snuggled and soaked up some revivifying energy, and then I decided to investigate the glints of motion I could see at the back of the mudpit. And lo, it turned out to be a little stream of runoff from the top of the block. So of course we all took shoes and socks off and started digging waterways and making dams and using old bits of pipe to make tunnels. K stayed out there for hours, although H and I had rather less stamina for it. Eventually she admitted that it was too cold even for her, so came in and had a shower, then joined H in front of Playschool.

We read books and talked to B on the phone for a bit of variety between Playschool episodes, and when Mr Bat came home he was immediately pounced on by H, who refused to allow us to have an intelligible conversation until he and Daddy had done some intensive reconnecting through playing Tummy Ache! together. After dinner they talked to Grandmoogi and Granda on Skype, then H went straight to bed with Mr Bat, while I read another tranche of The First Four Years to K.