Pancakes

Pancakes, maple syrup and coffee for breakfast - the stuff that Sundays are made of.

After breakfast, Aidan and I went to his swimming class, which he really enjoyed. He was knackered by the end of it, and went for a nap when we got home. Not long after he woke up, gran, grumpa and auntie Karen came round to visit, and managed to burn off some of the wee man's energy, running around the garden.

Aidan also managed to skip his bath tonight - by the time he had had his dinner, he was absolutely shattered, so we just put him to bed half way though "In the night garden".