Don't eat the daisies!

This is Ivy in her pjamas, doing a spot of weeding whilst I hung out the washing (before the weather turned nasty in the afternoon). We went swimming in the morning with Ayesha and her baby daughter Hannah who is 3 months or so younger than Ivy, but slightly bigger. I always love hanging out with other babies- the differences between them is so interesting. I've never though of Ivy as a particularly sensitive baby (altough when she was very young, she hated being cold so we followed her about with a fan heater at all times...), but she doesn't like lying on her back in the pool and cries if she get's dunked- Hannah totally unphased by both things, made Ivy look a little bit of a wimp....

In the afternoon, Ivy attempted Mummyacide. I was up on a stool cleaning the living room windows and whilst I was on my way down she rolled a bottle of water under me. I realised I was going to fall onto Ivy so twisted myself round to avoid her. Got a really sore back now.

She was very clingy again today, and another night of broken sleep. When Euan came home from work Ivy got strapped to his front and helped him cook.

Laura H. came round to collect some shelves off us for her new house in the evening and arrive djsut as we were having dinner- so we added some extra veg and a couple of boiled eggs to the homemade fish fingers we were having so she could join us. Ivy behaved perfectly at the table- she ate loads and loads, feeding herself. Her cornflour sauce (not technically custard) was a bit runny so we let her drink it out a cup. She approved. After she went to bed Laura T came round and we played a co-operative game called pandemic. The game beat us by 1 turn. Euan served up the most amazing crumble- pineapple and mango (both of which needed using) cooked down, and the crumble part cooked seperatly in the oven before being sprinkled on top. It was masterchef worthy.