Toe

Today was another big sorting out day, difficulty compounded by 4 children- Ferguson being the most trying of them all.
His really late bedtime last night didn't bode well for his mood, nor mine & words ended up being had.

An Easter egg hunt took place first thing & chocolate foils continued to be spread around the house for the remainder of the day.

Ferguson is sleeping here, giving himself a well deserved breather...Just a few minutes before I took this photo, he dropped a set of (really heavy!!) bongos on his foot.

You know when children hurt themselves and for the first minute or two, there's that ear-splitting-but silent scream...? Well, that's what happened.

He was completely inconsolable & refused his lunch too, which, on reflection, I would too, if I'd just dropped that on my toe.

I coaxed him off to sleep, during which his black tie nail developed...my poor little baby boy....