I feel like I've been a bit whiny this week, between the moving and the pox. A bit of a moaner. Which is weird because whilst moving is a pain and chicken pox do suck, it hasn't felt like a bad week all round. So here's a few bits of the good stuff.
There was running about, exploring the trees and chasing squirrels. There was climbing by Mister G, on his own, up the climbing frame for the first time (at least four rungs). There was eating broccoli, uncoerced and undisguised - no cheese sauce in sight! There was poking puddles with sticks, and pointing at ducks and making friends with dogs.
There was watching snow out of the window and glorious sunsets after grey days. And after G went to bed there was catching up on Justified with PA (which passes the 'at least three Deadwood actors' test with flying colours). Raylan and Boyd FTW.
There was also watching Mister G carry a loaf of bread around the flat like a baby, after I gave it to him to hold in the shop (cunning tactic this, a big responsibility to keep him entertained) and being both happy and sad about it.