Warning: may bite

We had a lovely weekend seeing friends both days. On Sat met up with the H family and went to the top secret children’s zoo at Crystal Palace. They try to keep people away by not having any signs for it in the park and a disguised entrance that looks like the gate to an arms dump. Anyhow we all enjoyed the special small horses, ginger goats, delicious looking pigs and some small birds and other domesticated vermin. I felt a bit sorry for the tiny horses who had a ‘Warning: may bite’ sign on their fence, and were all pushing their noses forlornly against the wood hoping for a stroke while nervous parents pull children’s hands away. Having said that one of them sniffed Rose’s foot in a hungry sort of way so maybe the sign wasn’t just scaremongering. B and Rose had a great time being carried on daddies’ shoulders. They got on reasonably well in our front room as lots of Rose’s toys are hand me downs from B so she happily played on some of them and we read books and played with cats who are both called Abby according to B.

Jason baked a man-cake, that is to say, a delicious, no-nonsense fruit cake of the sort you could take camping with you and it would last six months at North Pole base camp, and one bite would give you enough energy to pull the sled and all the huskies for a week. That sort of cake. It was extremely tasty and I am delighted to be spending time at home with it while Jason is at work. Cakes get lonely too you know.

Sunday the neighbours came round equipped with baby and half a crate of real ale. We spent a pleasant  hour watching the babies snatch objects off one another. They can keep a volley going for several minutes with a book or a wooden spoon passing back and forth. Keeps them quiet and stops us having to peel Rose off the tv again, or prise her out from under the sofa.

Rose thinks she is an an elephant and keeps butting her head into the sofa. She has two prominent top incisors and we think we can see some fangs emerging to the sides. Now she has top teeth it’s incredibly dangerous bonjela-ing her because she munches any finger foolish enough to venture in. Honestly it really hurts. I know she’s a baby but seriously, she has jaws like a pit bull. You should see the way she rips apart rice cakes. Brrrr. I think we need a warning sign on her door.