that has been the theme for the weekend. Rufus has been staying with us this weekend while his parents had a well earned rest; actually they went to a wedding in Cumbria and we had the pleasure of our young man. We had forgotten just how exhausting a 13 month old child can be, but so much fun too.
The weekend started on Friday when it was my usual week for looking after him. I picked him up and dropped his mum off at work. We drove home, a new experience for me, as first time alone in the car, luckily he dropped off to sleep, so you tend to forget they are there. First stop before home was to do the weekly shop in Tesco where he charmed all the assistants, he was very good, no fuss just sat happily in the shopping cart. We did the usual things when we got in, unpacked, went to the park, made lunch, sat and looked at some books, the day passed. Aunty Rachel came for dinner and Pops was very pleased to be clapped in by Rufus - its his new trick, he claps at everything.
Bath time and bed went well and he slept until 6:15am on Saturday - we had been awake since 4:30!!
Watching Cbeebies on the laptop with Pops
The boys were reduced to my magazines - well you have to get them interested in crafts at an early age
And so to Sunday. An earlier start 5:20am - how tired do we look? We took him home at lunchtime. I admit to feeling very sad as I packed his little bag. We were pleased that we handed him back in one piece, the responsibility of someone elses child is immense and I don't think we would ever take that for granted. We enjoyed our time with Rufus, I think he enjoyed it too.