Elisha decided last night (or was it the night before) that raspberry blowing needed a bit of a shake up. He’s moved on from there. Now it’s blowing farts on mummy’s arm, or leg, or wherever there is a bit of skin. Brett is convinced the next step involves hands (this probably only makes sense to those who REALLY know Brett and his hands).
I had a lovely day today. Brett looked after our little man for a great part of the day while I scrapped. I sort of have a deadline tomorrow, and hadn’t even started. But now I am mostly finished. Thank you Bretty.