playgroup

Z loves playgroup, especially Sheila's craft table.

Disaster in the house this evening, at least disaster if you're an 18 month old in love with a stuffed monkey. Monkey did not come home tonight. We've prayed for his return, we're hopeful he's with Jessica but as I type, we aren't sure. I'm just hoping he's not wandered off alone, it's easy for a little monkey to get lost on the mean streets of Glossop.

Poor little Zekey pie, he was crying in his cot and pointing at the door saying "ooh ooh". He settled after some cuddles and assurances that ooh ooh will return. Baby ooh ooh is standing in for the night but he's not up to the task, he keeps falling through the bars of the cot - a curse of his stature.

I genuinely thought I was going to cry over a stuffed toy tonight. Haven't felt that way since about 1988.