This year’s chocolate stash was the biggest haul yet, now that we have a ringer on the team. Bernard will almost certainly never eat more than 1% of the chocolate he was given for easter by kindly grandparents (who obviously are excluded from the no-sweets rule – apparently) and his childminder (who gave him a toy for a 6 month old for christmas, and a chocolate selection pack for a 3 year old for easter).
Note that despite the family’s stubborn refusal to take any interest whatsoever in our try-to-be-green lifestyle, there is actually a decent quantity of minimally packaged chocolate here (and four fairtrade eggs!). Maybe next year we will move even further away from the mainstream egg and more towards the better quality organic chocolate.
Easter was very highly family-orientated, but not unpleasantly so, apart from the high mileage involved and the poor sleep on the part of the child, and therefore on the part of the mother too. Three different beds in five nights and meeting people almost every day was never going to produce a contented and settled little boy, on top of which there is a copious quantity of snot and a lot of finger-chewing, suggesting that teeth are, as usual, an issue.
One good thing about being up north for the long weekend was that Bernard got to make his first snowman (for some reason he calls these mi-maw) with one enthusiastic grandmother; and for the first time in his life, he was awake as we crossed the Humber Bridge on Easter Sunday, craning to look out of the window and saying wowww!
Oooh lovely. Wowww!