Orlagh turns One...

Today was Logan's cousin's birthday party. I learned a few things, the first being that I don't integrate well with other mums. I'm just not good at nappy chat as it turns out. The second thing I learnt is not to be the one that paints the children's faces with the face paints bought especially for the occasion. I can only do tigers (bad ones, at that) so we had 4 little tigers roaming the place. The only problem with this was that the face paints didn't actually come off. Queue frantic scrubbing with every lotion and potion in sight added for good measure. Logan was stained orange for 3 whole days. I doubt this little hiccup won me much favour with the mums either...

A shattered Logan and a shattered Jules collapsed into bed.

P.S. A special mention has to go to Orlagh's mum's food at the party. Gemma sure knows how to lay on a good spread. Word on the street is that we're going there for Christmas dinner this year, my stomach can't wait!!