When your big cousins come to help with bedtime...

Took this little guy out before church today for a muffin and some quality time.

Day 7 in the life of #ErrolTheBlister. We were in a cafe in Ealing having lunch. It was all quite lovely with Ruth and O sharing a pizza (I say share when I really mean Ruth was eating it and O was refusing to eat it despite pizza supposedly being his favourite food), I was enjoying the big breakfast and A was enjoying some of my chips (because she'd insisted that she didn't want any food "AT ALL!!!"). Suddenly during the meal A shouted "HEEEEEEY!" It wasn't till the drive home that we realised that the water which had landed on her forehead and hair was not a random ceiling drip but must have been Errol's insides when he finally burst like a scene that was cut from the movie "Alien". I'm sad that Errol's demise went almost unnoticed and that he went with all the dignity of a plank but I will miss him dearly and am grateful for everything he brought to our little family.