sadness and peppa pig

Today's photo tells two stories:

1. Eve has become obsessed with asking who got/made everything she has in her wardrobe. A few days ago she rediscovered the cardi worn in this picture and asked who got it for her. I explained that Grandma had bought it for her to go with her Christmas party dresses last year, we had a bit of a chat about where Grandma found it and that was that, I forgot all about it. Then last night I checked on Eve to find she was wearing the cardi over her pyjamas..... as I took it off she told me she was wearing it because Grandma bought it. Kind of broke my heart. She wanted to keep it to cuddle and then asked to wear it today. We are all missing Mum.

2. Peppa Pig is under the pushchair and accompanied us to the greengrocers at Eve's insistence. I tried to persuade her to remove Peppa but she persuasively said "I'm her Mummy and it's my job to keep her safe." How does one argue with one's own rhetoric?!

Zeke's jabs and 8 week check today which wore him out so much that I had time to make rhubarb crumble (a family favourite) to go with our cottage pie. And we all nursed our rotten colds on the sofa in front of Mary Poppins.