The difference two years makes....

Busy old day today, rubbish old night last night.
Munchie was having really bad dreams, I went into her around nine and she had done a wee in the bed, so stripped her and the bed and she seemed to settle, but every so often she would cry out. Daddy went to her at eleven and she was under the pillow. At around four she was crying out for me, she was shaking like a leaf, awake, saying Santa had been in her room. I stayed with her for ages but each time I tried to leave she cried so ended up with her in our bed.

Daddy went to work, Wom joined us in bed and we watched the gruffalo and then room on the broom.

Sarah popped round with sienna which was lovely, the girls happily played together for ages.

Lunch competed.

The baby group annual Christmas party. This was first time for years that nearly all our group has been in the same location. Lovely to see how they are all developing and changing as they grow.

Wasn't overly impressed with munchies behaviour today, she was very tired due to a bad night, but no real excuse for hitting your friends, she wasn't the only one to make use of the naughty step though!

Spent a lovely hour on the sofa watching Nemo with them both, until Munchie got scared of th sharks!

Another busy day tomorrow, children are off to nursery, we are off for breakfast to celebrate nine years of marriage, collecting the Christmas meat en route, picking children up after lunch, aunties coming over and then the Mills' because we always see them on our anniversary.