and a lovely time was had by all.
In depth religious, philosophical and educational debates (not necessarily all at the same time), good food (I brought home the recipe!) , two (count them, more than one!) glasses of wine in one day!, lots of dressing up, cutting, sticking and playing, and then this morning I took the children to a mothering sunday service at our friends church.
Feels a little strange – I am not religious atm, although I was as a child and teenager, but I strongly believe that my children need to know about religion and churches and so on, both for the politeness aspect of being able to be in all places and also so that they can make informed decisions for themselves later on. Still felt odd though, especially as I knew the hymns, and rather think I knew the preacher. Hm.
Mothering sunday lunch (and I think my mother was more thrilled with the daffodils that dd brought her from church than she was by any of the gifts she was given), and we survived it. Moment of pure joy though, when my nanny sister, who is not supportive of my breastfeeding, took hold of my hefty 10 month old ds and gasped and said “what are you feeding him?” Oh, only the good stuff. 😉
And then we went and bought our tent. Far too windy to do anything at the moment with it, but we’ve got it now. We also bought a Karrimor back carrier thing – as noticed earlier ds is getting kind of heavy, and dp thought that a proper framed back carrier might be the way forward. And it was in the sale…
